Jericho
Ashton Nyte
Frozen satellites
The trial, the plight
For absolution
And at the fire site
The treason of words and bone
Ashes fill the sky
And rest upon the throne
Alone
For absolution
Now my hands are tied
By apathy and lore
Noise clouds my mind
Waiting
Alone
Set the stone
Winter claims another fire
Hear the drums outside the wall
They never leave, they never tire
They just wait until I fall
The guns are for hire
The truth a buried sword
The essence of time may well be
The raging storm
The raging storm
Jericho is burning
As I wait here alone
Drifting and turning
This castle, this home
And I believe the senses
And seeds will still grow
My Jericho is burning now
I know
This fire’s glow
Jericho
For the last time
Jericho
For the last time
Oh