Dry the orders, shelter the commands Will drowns with flowing words For those raised to arms Warpaints on icons interred
Feed the flame Until falls the rain Feed the flame Until falls the rain
Sun your to keep Until falls the rain Who of us first to yield When falls the rain
Curse the beast and its heart Shadow in soul thought tamed Old is the fear in mortal's blood Lion's share of unleashed flame
Bold is the rage against the unsealed cage Bold is the hate for shadows and decayed
I see them in the last of stands What once was outrage cry Wail of candor dying on breathless horns Seeking hands to the waning sky Throat of heavens torn Bleeds out the scorn the pouring blame But not the truth, only rain
