Front Line Assembly - Talon's Grasp lyrics

rate me

in talon's grasp

a serpent coiled

the curse of crow

in accent hoarse

drawn to despair

orchard of bone

doomed to endure

the woven word

all ears incline

dread me inspire

eternal fire

that inward burns

dare we descend?

this drama dire

these cursed words

of labored phrase

immersed in verse

so fate decrees

eternal flame

we ever reign

in tempest torn

the stress of storm

with horns of scorn

the black air scourged