Dark Tongues, Pt. II
Comrades
I was among the fatherless ones
Born in a tide of paralyzed sons
Threatened with fire
We all promised our spirits
Am I followed, watched like prey?
Who is singing freedom to me?
Tell me now, have you known a love
Powerful enough to steal your fear of
Death with wounds so bitter?
Can there be a place far beyond this sorrow
Ever bright and safe?
I will break this vein of violent shame
And run free
Crooked and crimson, its blood is poisoned
Crooked and crimson, its blood is poisoned