Woe Of Tyrants - Break The Fangs Of The Wicked lyrics
rate meThe darkness will not subside.<br />
Hands are reaching at the<br />
footsteps stumbling in the night. <br />
The stars can light the way,<br />
countless eyes ablaze. A lamp<br />
shining truth. In a corner<br />
roaches claim the kingdom, they<br />
scatter in the light. With cloak<br />
of dark words, they wage this<br />
fight. Across the room is<br />
justice, the love for which we<br />
stand. It will break the fangs of<br />
wicked men, and crush in it's<br />
hand. One truth remains in mind: <br />
This place is not our home, with<br />
every shout we waste, with every<br />
new disgrace, this land will rot<br />
and turn to sand. But are we of<br />
mind to receive a salutation? The<br />
knock on the door, the cell decays<br />
away, into a swirl of scarlet<br />
disarray, a moment to catch our<br />
breath and begin to fly away far,<br />
fly free.. Amazed eyes approved<br />
this. Embarassed, nobles turned<br />
away. Victims, young men<br />
screaming, for it's for this in<br />
which we've prayed: For those who<br />
can't fight, for those who won't<br />
fight, find strength within,<br />
through the love of One. Bonded<br />
in chains, which spark as they're<br />
broken, sanctified will march. The<br />
night is quiet. Dew laden branches<br />
extend lies of a verdict brewing<br />
within. Hearts go out to the<br />
tortured ones, seeking out the<br />
sun. Hold on through the darkened<br />
times. Reviving as heroes do<br />
rise, overtop the kings, screaming<br />
alive, set fire to the night. <br />
Beyond this great escape, where<br />
the darkness cannot go. They've<br />
preyed on those who can't fight. <br />
On those who won't fight. We've<br />
prayed for light on this<br />