Gather, amongst the kindred
Running like children, nothing but cowards
Letting fear govern your behavior
Nothing more than insects
Begging for a savior
This is not the time for comfort
Now is the reckoning, The End Of Summer
Gather, let them pluck your eyes out
Follow them blindly, trust their lies
Gather, amongst the kindred
Running like children, nothing but cowards
Letting fear govern your behavior
Nothing more than insects
Begging for a savior
This is not the time for comfort
Now is the reckoning, The End Of Summer
We've forgotten just exactly what we are
The product of many years of being hard
We've had it easy, now we've gotten way too soft
Is it too late for us, is it too late for us
I hate to say it but I know the truth
Just look around and soon you'll see all the fucking proof
We've become soft with time
We've become soft with time
Disconnected from our roots
We have descended from harder men
Who knew more of pain and of suffering
They paved the way for us
They paved the way for us
We've forgotten all the lessons written in blood
This is not the time for comfort
Now is the reckoning, The End Of Summer
This is not the time for comfort
Now is the reckoning, The End Of Summer
Now is the reckoning, The End Of Summer
Now is the reckoning, The End Of Summer