Sins of the Fathers

by Course of Empire

This was one of the first songs I ever listened to that reached me and struck me as more than just another melodic litany, and inspired me to some of my own writing as well. The band has broken up, but has been so gracious to offer their recordings for free to download off the net. Very good stuff. Here’s the link!

See this desert my son
This is our gift to you
You must build your vision here
Upon these ashes
With the sweat of your brow
And the blood upon your hands
You must earn your future
Or perish with the land

I bore the sins of my father
Now you shall bear mine
And your children after you
All that changes is the time
Now I leave you my son
The world is in your hands
You must earn your future
Or perish with the land

Hollow wasteland, I take the desert in my hand
Trampled spirit, turn your son into a man
I build the conscience from the ground
Reconstruct what you tore down