Upon Our Spiritual Deathbed
Make no mistake
The arrow I've drawn, it is for you
I've been sharpening its point
And my aim is true
They say the war is lost
But this battle you will lose
All against all, from such wounds we seed
Mighty oaks
Your foolish heart
It poisons the will
We knew the war was lost
And sang every empire
You better believe that there is thunder
Thunder in our hearts
But too much hate for the ones we love
No ocean to vast, no conquest too small for me
I stand against all and wet my blade in tyranny
Your foolish heart
It poisons the will
We celebrate the final days
And see you in hell
I'm calling the enemy
If you want
You make me sow, but in the darkness
Where the light has passed and you are alone
A blade upon your throat
Mercy be the poison to the wolf
Your foolish heart (Your foolish heart)
It poisons the will (It poisons the will)
We knew the war was lost (The war was lost)
And every empire fell
(And every empire fell)
Your foolish heart (Your foolish heart)
It poisons the will (It poisons the will)
Upon our spiritual deathbed (Our spiritual deathbed)
And see you all in hell (In hell)
Make no mistake
The sight he draws is on you
A finger on the trigger
His aim may be true
Let history bend once more
Akin to you
They say the war is lost
But this battle you will lose
The arrow I've drawn, it is for you
I've been sharpening its point
And my aim is true
They say the war is lost
But this battle you will lose
All against all, from such wounds we seed
Mighty oaks
Your foolish heart
It poisons the will
We knew the war was lost
And sang every empire
You better believe that there is thunder
Thunder in our hearts
But too much hate for the ones we love
No ocean to vast, no conquest too small for me
I stand against all and wet my blade in tyranny
Your foolish heart
It poisons the will
We celebrate the final days
And see you in hell
I'm calling the enemy
If you want
You make me sow, but in the darkness
Where the light has passed and you are alone
A blade upon your throat
Mercy be the poison to the wolf
Your foolish heart (Your foolish heart)
It poisons the will (It poisons the will)
We knew the war was lost (The war was lost)
And every empire fell
(And every empire fell)
Your foolish heart (Your foolish heart)
It poisons the will (It poisons the will)
Upon our spiritual deathbed (Our spiritual deathbed)
And see you all in hell (In hell)
Make no mistake
The sight he draws is on you
A finger on the trigger
His aim may be true
Let history bend once more
Akin to you
They say the war is lost
But this battle you will lose
Credits
Writer(s): Alan Averill, Paul Desmond Gawley, Ciaran Williams, Simon O'leary, Michael Flynn
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