Wasteland - The Black Heart Procession

This is the wasteland of all shattered hearts

I hear the ghosts calling me back to the grave

I’m here to even the score

I’ve come to hell for you

I’m not leaving till the devil is dead

The devil is dead

These are the tracks we lay

To take us from the flames

These are the scars made by our chains

You’re here to torture me

I’ve come to hell for you

I’m not leaving till I tear out your heart

I’m not leaving till the devil is dead

The devil is dead

This is the wasteland