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The Trials


Here’s to the trials

Here’s to those who found their way

Those in revival

And those who’ve lived through their last day

Here we stand

Trying to wipe the egg from our faces

Hoping we don’t end up branded by

The hell we raised


The trail was tough

A mix of mud and gravel road

More than enough

To drive away lesser souls

But you stuck it out

Tried to fill that ditch

Came on out the other side

One surly son of a bitch

Who gave up

Embraced the burden long ago

Topped off your cup

With venom that you didn’t know

As the stones around you shift beneath your feet

Fell to the bottom where the air is rotten and you only have your pride to eat


Here’s to the trials

Here’s to those who found their way

Those in revival

And those who’ve lived through their last day

Here we stand

Trying to wipe the egg from our faces

Hoping we don’t end up branded by

The hell we raised


Now the cup you hold is full of water

Don’t let the old sins bother you

You know living clean will get you farther

There’s a voice inside going to make it harder

Drag you back to the rock and make you holler

But even if you waiver you still have honor

Because you don’t need a collar to have a little faith in you


Raise a glass to the aftermath of the fury that you wrought

Throw it back to toast the battles that you fought

If some should miss your lips then let it slip and purify the ground

Now the path we walk is sanctified so here’s to the next round


Here’s to the trials

Here’s to those who found their way

Those in revival

And those who’ve lived through their last day

Here we stand

Trying to wipe the egg from our faces

Hoping we don’t end up branded by

The hell we raised