Tempting The Wretch - Woe of Tyrants

Heeding the call of my resilient foes

Absorbing the sound of the melodies silent

All of my dreams turning scarlet

My screams startling allies in the pale of the moon

I’m contemplating what I’ve seen

The bright of the morning that survived the night

Dreams remembered in fragments

Shards of glass reflect

Shards of glass reflecting the pale of the moon

In the pale of the moon

I dance amongst damned, this dance of the dead

The melodies guiding me, playing unheard

Dead in the pale of the suffering moon

With this revelation I feel even more at the brink of risk

These things in the darkness that I cannot see nor resist

Dancing with fire, resting in the ash that coats my skin

Brings me to life again

Awaken screaming in the darkest of the night

The fire heats the sky, lifting me into a conscious nightmare

Revealing that the window’s still intact, the murals not defiled

The window to the soul has not been broken

Warmth outstanding candlelight, the flicker on the wall

A better sense of the apathy in the corner of the room

The door creaks, barely heard as I shiver in my skin

The candle dancing violent now as if it somehow has heard

This is vengeance, this is beauty somehow defiled

This is the culmination of their desire to enter me

What I’ve seen how quickly white fades to gray

Within what fathers the wiles of the devil

A farce of this dark memory

The wiles of the devil, the wiles of the devil

Heeding the call

Now I’m a flurry spinning about the room

The glass cutting into my feet

As I embrace the fall into the floor

Descend, remember the sound of the whisper

In your ear, your ear

Now I’m a flurry spinning about the room

The glass cutting into my feet

As I embrace the fall it crumbles away

Descend, remember the sound of the whisper

In your ear

I stare at the walls alive, moving about to a beat I must resist

Refusing every advance, slipping hopeful back to sleep

My eyes shut, I sense the cold with whispers in my ear