As Cities Burn – Wake Dead Man, Wake

let the dead bury their own dead

will you still love me in famine

as when love began at the harvest

or would you gain the whole world

son, i love you at your darkest

but what good is the whole world

when i promise no tomorrow

i only promise your tomorrows

will never take you past my palm

love, what is love without trust

at my word would you bring your isaac

son, i loved you at your darkest