Exercises in Futility V lyrics

Blessed be the tailors

The masks are cut to fit

Blessed be the woodworkers

The crosses and the gallows

Blessed be the forgers of iron

And the spikes and the barbwire

Blessed be the stone cutters

It took a quarry to bury the dreams

Blessed be the misery, the filth,

the discord and the horror

Blessed be the lies, the guilt, the fear,

the woe and the betrayal

For these ones didn't need any outside source

For these ones come from within

And here it is

Grown from within

An invincible stronghold

Adorned with death

A suit of shining armour

Replaced the skin

And calligraphed sins

Are as coat of arms

Hollow

• Artist:Mgła
• Album:Exercises in Futility