Lyrics The Weight of the Fallen - October Falls

The Weight of the Fallen

Abandoned fields at the core of the hope\nThat once carried the weight of the fallen\nLife’s rotten tree with the last poisoned fruits\nStill tempting the weakest men\nThe well of mankind is the womb of the earth\nBleeding the poisoned blood from the soil\nYet the roots of greed are dwelling within\nIn every man and at their tombs\nIt’s the weight of the fallen\nThe sleigh of a thousand stones\nA man without guilt is a man without sin\nA brother or father, all killing their kin\nDrunken by greed, harvesting same seeds\nAnd the blood flows back to these soils\nLike dead without a grave or death without sleep\nThe roots of greed are dwelling within\nIn every man, in every grave\nThe weight of the fallen