Break The Fangs Of The Wicked - Woe of Tyrants

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

Over top 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

We’ve prayed for light on this