Molested - The Hate from Miasma Storms lyrics

A shield held by a broken arm and the other one shivering upon a stone In the forest of a no-gleaming day they try to avoid the soon dancing sky with all friends invited to join the violent rage When the stones of fire crush into forest deep I see blood and souls behind dreadly weep against the storm the branches have grown but the owles have left, a greed for golden throne a finger carving the soil of stone to see the ashes beyond and blood so cold The Hate from Miasma Storms A sword held by a fallen arm and the other one shivering upon a stone In the forest of a no-gleaming day they try to avoid the soon dancing sky with all friends invited to join the violent rage A pale and spooky moon claim to behold, the blood-stolen hands, never to fold against the storm the branches have grown but the owles have left, a greed for golden throne a finger carving the soil of stone to see the ashes beyond and blood so cold The Hate from Miasma Storms