Sangtekst: Trivium. Ascendancy. Like Light To The Flies.

Behold our belove revels in tragedy
Self-denying avarice for bloodshed behold hypocrite
Those who run will be burned
Devoutly wished for blinded eyes
This tragedy's like light to flies
This seems to suit you better bleeding out the eyes
Hopes left in chain suspension holding onto lies to make the truth