Descendants Songtext
von Eradikated

Crops left to rot as the sun licks the ground
Burning and scorching the last of the living
Concrete is steaming and blood is on the streets
Of the nameless, the hungry, the dying, the weak

Scraps for the wicked, the strongest they fight
For survival′s dependant on not what is right
When greed is reduced to naked endurance
When need is the all of the world

The beast will crawl under your skin
Look down
Let the trial begin


Hellhole
What's been left us when the Devil is cold
Hellhole
Cross your fingers and break the hold, now
Hell no
Stand aside you better be told
Hellhole
It′s time to say goodnight

Fostered by fire and hardened by steel
Drowned by the waves of the quiet storm
Living on the edge disregarded by all
Who dwell deep in riches long lost to the poor

Break down the panes of the tower
The suits are no longer the rule
The kings of the pre-age are conquered
The post-world has only the no ones

Let the Devil crawl under your skin
Look out
Let the trial begin


Hellhole
What is left when the Devil's cold
Hellhole
Stories die that are never told in our
Hellhole
What is left now, what is left now
Hellhole
It's time to say goodnight