Woe of Tyrants - Break the Fangs of the Wicked Songtexte

The darkness will not subside
Hands are reaching at the footsteps
Stumbling in the night

The stars can light the way
Countless eyes ablaze
A lamp shining truth

In a corner, roaches claim the kingdom
They scatter in the light
With cloak of dark words
They wage this fight

Across the room is justice
The love for which we stand
It will break the fangs of wicked men
And crush in it's hand

One truth remains in mind:
This place is not our home
With every shout we waste
With every new disgrace

This land will rot and turn to sand
But are we of mind to receive a salutation?

The knock on the door
The cell decays away
Into a swirl of scarlet disarray
A moment to catch our breath
And begin to fly away far, fly free

Amazed eyes approved this
Embarrassed, nobles turned away
Victims, young men screaming
For it's for this in which we've prayed:

For those who can't fight
For those who won't fight
Find strength within
Through the love of One

Bonded in chains
Which spark as they're broken
Sanctified will march

The night is quiet, dew laden branches extend
Lies of a verdict brewing within
Hearts go out to the tortured ones
Seeking out the sun

Hold on through the darkened times
Reviving as heroes do rise
Overtop the kings, screaming alive
Set fire to the night

Beyond this great escape
Where the darkness cannot go

They've preyed on those who can't fight
On those who won't fight

Amazed eyes approved this
Embarrassed, nobles turned away
Victims, young men screaming
For it's for this in which
We've prayed for light on this