Woe of Tyrants Follow

Crashing of thunder, considering the light of the moon
Displaying barren pastures, the reach of my sight is weak
Gathering the pieces, the remains from the flood
Seeking shelter in the shadow of the rising sun

With dawn comes a new race, a race for shelter
A place to hide from the rays of truth that stripe my skin, go

Placing of hope in the last setting star
A tree providing shade, rotten fruit extends
Temptation grand, limb by limb, I ascend
My joints grow weary, I work to please the vacant

Crevice of my mind, there is work to be done tonight
The knowledge that comes with fear
The fallacy stating that the time has come
A body burning, gnashing teeth

Removing excess flesh in bulk as the fruit is poisoned
I feel it hardening in my veins, calloused
Crystallizing blood turns to tar
Slowing down my heart, the steady rhythm fading

The crack of timber underneath

Deeper, deeper towards the dirt
The branches scratching and bruising my skin

But they would say this inspiration is the key
There's a burn in every heart
The brazen forces invading the fortress keep
Reduce the odds and leave the children to weep

This drop of blood smears the world
Restores to beating the hearts once stone
The birth of spring defeats the cold
Devouring autumn's fall

But they would say this inspiration is the key
There's a burn in every heart
The brazen forces invading the fortress keep
Reduce the odds and leave the children to weep

This drop of blood smears the world
Restores to beating the hearts once stone
The birth of spring defeats the cold
Devouring autumn's fall

Crashing of thunder, considering the light of the moon
Displaying barren pastures, the reach of my sight is weak
Gathering the pieces, the remains from the flood