Lyrics

Frozen lie the fallen
While scorched demons sing
And hiding in his tower
Masquerades a pretend king

Looks out upon the wasted land
The mirror gives no shame
A petty tyrant's dreadful works
of sickness, smoke and flame

The fortune teller plays her card
Death rides the wasted land
and the ravens in the tower cry
a judgement on the man

The priestess lays another card
The Purgatory Road
The winged Furies, three time three
Demand what they are owed

No coin to pay the ferryman
And so the road begins
Step by step beneath the sun
In blazing furnace wind

The fortune teller plays her card
Death rides the wasted land
and the ravens in the tower cry
a judgement on the man

He must drag behind him
The tombstones of the slain
One for each and every life
He cast aside for gain

Fire laid upon his tongue
To burn and purge away
One by one, with searing flame
The lies he loved to say

The fortune teller plays her card
Death rides the wasted land
And the ravens in the tower cry
A judgement on the man

Will there be grace for a devil, for the things that he has done
When falls the hammered judgement will mercy yet be won
Will there be grace for a devil, for the evil he has done

Torn from all his pretense
From his machinations flayed
the tyrant walks the Fury Road
'till judgment has been made

But justice isn't vengeance
And this the Furies know
And one who feels no shame can't walk
the Purgatory Road

The fortune teller plays her card
Death rides the wasted land
And the ravens in the tower cry
A judgement on the man

Oh, Mother Priestess play your card
the verdict, justice grim
But a wiser one than I must judge
I have no grace for him