Son of Mourning - Black Wings Lyrics

Spreading armies
Of a soulless, passive mind
We march, steady
As battle claims its pay in lives
Hope in my left hand
And death wielded in my right
Typical outcome
Dark has fallen to the light

Now I stand
Back against the wall and
Faced by my
Own hell
This demon
Fakes his death and slowly
Comes awake
With chaos

I run away
From faceless fate
And still these words
They hold me humbled
With defeaning cries
It breaks us down
And steals our dreams
With incantations

Eyes afire
This flame becomes everything
In this guise, the demon ascends his throne
Eyes afire
This flame becomes everything
In this guise, the demon ascends his throne

I shall not give
All these words
Unto you
I will not give
All these words
Unto you

Now I stand
Back against the wall and
Faced by my
Own hell
This demon
Fakes his death

Eyes afire
This flame becomes everything
In this guise, the demon ascends his throne
Eyes afire
This flame becomes everything
In this guise, the demon ascends his throne

I shall not give
All these words
Unto you
I will not give
All these words
Unto you, you

You
Who is armed by God
And now, without fear
Him who invoketh thee
And calleth thee forth unto appearance
Even him, thy master
Wherefore make rational answer unto my demands
And prepare to be obedient

Spreading armies
Of a soulless, passive mind
We march, steady
As battle claims its pay in lives
Hope in my left hand
And death wielded in my right

I run away
From faceless fate
And still these words
They hold me humbled
With defeaning cries
It breaks us down
And steals our dreams
With incantations

Eyes afire
This flame becomes everything
In this guise, the demon ascends his throne
Eyes afire
This flame becomes everything

I shall not give
All these words
Unto you