Woe Of Tyrants - The Seven Braids Of Samson lyrics

It's bright, the rising sun is dancing On the back of a saving justice Fusing beads of sweat He's anointed to save the nation Vanity erupts with movement A movement from upstream Behind every a**ertion, lie cryptic warnings A glow which fills the mouth of an Asiatic feline The stance of poised attack affirming his pride Embracing a**ault This cordial goodbye is written in blood The age of innocence awake Reviving infamy so alive, another cryptic martyr In place of where to hide There's a narrow path divided And the innocence has died No, we won't believe this fate To be all of ours There's freedom tonight We won't believe the hope is dead, not this time Move mountains with strength not quite of this world We won't believe the hope is dead, not this time Move mountains with strength not quite of this world Nurtured in a barren womb, a pre-destined potential The hours growing faster Than the seed that is choked by thorns Now, become the cryptic martyr And this potential leader will fall as a lesson And rise as a hero With a life spent seeking demise I'll find with the aftermath turning back A seasoned observation A tainted promise, broken heart, faced now with conviction And in time, we all fall In need of saving answers We're tortured to light Seeing without eyes Cry out Samson, see without eyes Cry out Samson, see without eyes In all winds, seek anchor, the storm will soon be still