Mountain Oysters

Blood soaked in sand
Where shadows grow tall
And legions lay leveled
With the drop of your jaw
To charge into hell
To rise from the crawl
I'd be your devil
If anything at all
What would you steal
Should fresh bowstrings not break?
What would I feel
If through new ropes I wake?
These honor bound bonds made from each lock you take
What was my price
What did you make?

The crowd erupts as cannons
Every shot fired's
One for you they cry
As much as they would like to see you win
You know they would much rather watch you die

Scratch at my face
To sharpen these horns
And hate til I'm numb til I cant feel the scorn
The way this head hangs once such valiance torn
My past wouldn't guess that I've ever not worn
Burn blackened eyes
Of Samson Chained
I'd tear us down if you could promise me your pain
See from my throat, spill pride as rain
I needn't hope as these columns come falling

The crowd erupts as cannons
Every shot fired's
One for you they cry
As much as they would like to see you win
You know they would much rather watch you die



Credits
Writer(s): Arthur Salas
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