Lost Grace - Phantom Lord

I’m hailing, I’m changing

The cross I drag all on my way

The herald obituary

Torn between two worlds

In between

I’m waving on, the truth that fades

I’m waving on, the truth that fades

Betrayed in action

Lost grace

Immense destruction

Lost grace

Built up things constructing

Our spirit gave breath to it all

Our eggs did ravage

Best interests took place of the whole