Shaman's Harvest - The Offering lyrics

We are the offering of your dead
We are the used to be mislead
We are the bastards'
May you never take us home

Get in
Give in
Get in
Give in

It's prophesied the world will end
And culminate in fiery dust.
Nothing left for those to come.
Caesar will bring the fall out.
In an instance two deep breaths
Using quickly what is left,
So put your back against the fence.
Naught but thin air to resist

We are the offering of the dead,
We are the used to be mislead.
We are the bastards'
May you never take us home.
So take precautions when we come,
So make the best of all to some,
Take your shot you'll be much better when we're gone.

As the watch fires burning low,
And hope resides in fading trust.
Assimilate or be drawn in,
never could add the sum.
I'll have an instant to take a breath,
Using quickly what is left,
So put your back against the cliff,
It's naught but thin air.