Painted in Exile - These People

These people waiting for something that will never come
These people paying for nothing with their sweat and blood
My keeper, the man who spits lies straight to my face as they feast on their strife
The light in my eyes tells me that that must be a better place than this, but now I cannot leave
They expect me to stay just for their faith
This act of betrayal to myself is a choice that I have to make

I've been waiting a long time for this holding it in for years
But I must do this for myself and to let you know
That something else exist than the life you knew
Together our eyes have shown us home
We have no choice now

Focusing on the pain of the punishment
If they find us here it will be as if hell was sent
To bring us back as slaves to the offering
I'd rather die than utter the words "I repent"
I hope you can accept this life you must live
'Till we are old running from memories that we are trying to rid
BETRAYER is the name that we now bare
If time catches us, our hearts will be one in the depths of the crypts
A millennium past the peace shattered by unholy chants
Taken our souls from the gates to be brought to the darkest of hands