Woe Of Tyrants - Break The Fangs Of The Wicked lyrics

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The 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 />