Woe Of Tyrants - Break The Fangs Of The Wicked lyrics

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 Embarra**ed, 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