Memory Garden - Judgement Day

I've sworn a bow so sacred
An ancient whispering so honoured
The fall from grace of God
Bleeding for a decade in respect
The fall from grace of God

Low in spirit - old in thought, so tired
Evolution spinning psychotic backwards
A road to madness walked by generations

As the waves roll with the tide
In your innerself you will hide
As the waves roll with the tide
In your innerself you will hide

Our heritage - a sour ground
Paper on table and pencil in hand
An almost forgotten land