Bloodsmear - Woe of Tyrants

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

Falling from the top of this diseased tree

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