Wolves In The Throne Room Wolves In The Throne Room Wolves in the Throne Room this foe seems far beyond all of us you and i he devours the fuel our fires you grip hilts of ruin your majesties will rot away today are claws are sheathed in your flesh they stole crystals from the mountain core vengeance is what the spirits of the valley crave hands talons and paws are hanging in their bed chamber one by one we climb the walls pale guards we slit their throats royal courtiers gape with fear blue black blood pumping sallow adrenalin they stole the crystals from the mountain core vengeance is what the spirits of the valley crave hands talons and paws are hanging in their bed chamber usurp the tyrants rip their thrones to splinters and dust tear their alters down dethrone the tyrants shatter their bones and devour the marrow tear their alters down One by one we climb the walls the pale guards we slit their throats royal courtiers gape with fear blue black blood pumping sallow adrenalin. The shadows cast by the forest of my mind can black out their world let our darkness spread let our dreams manifest the shadows cast by the forest of my mind fall upon their ruin. (Hands Pull You Through Purple) Black Tea feel the kiss and the sand on your tongue it always makes you want but you could grasp it if it were to show you its eyes your longing like every stranger you see can you make it better than your best? every minute counts the time you can't change did you feel left behind was the time too quick for you? do you tell your self it's all temporary? dreams of the pure white pillows, mother... hate through creation love through creation all colors vibrant and new are you reborn now or that much closer to the sleep? you fear or long for... Black Tea I've been swallowing swards for so many years now cold metal against my throat day after day my swollen tonsil are my reality organs turn black to awaken is to feel sick to be possessed by anxiety my sole is stretched thin X2 The arrow points do not puncture my organs they have been slowly dulled by my stomach acids and bile when I drink the black tea that is my remedy my cure the unclean existence of metal becomes clear now with every passing moment organs turned black to awaken is to feel sick to be possessed by anxiety my soles stretched thin If This Dark Age Conquers, We Will Leave This Echo in the forest darkness we embrace why do these things never want to stay here for long silver stars light up your hair melt my hate away in the moonlight's (sic) brilliance in the forest darkness we gaze why do these things never want to stay here for long we [s]it on thrones that course with life melt my hate away in the moonlights brilliance We meld in our hibernation Icelandic ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation your warmth is sweat (sic) but winters (sic) ending she dawns her armor forged of moonlight feline eyes flash with ancient knowledge along with a sadness the mourning of her ransacked temples she could ruin you all if if she wanted softly whispering serrated truths into the darkness jagged foretelling threaten concrete and steel we meld in our hibernation iclandic (sic) ballads serenade us we meld in our hibernation your warmth is sweat but winters (sic) ending. When our gazes lock the peripheral hatred melts the false texture of ruin no longer sickens me I see these things diminish our lives I know this doesn't seem real The screams of you ancestors are deafening in your head now I fantasize of flesh and wood limbs tearing concrete I know you treble now This age is death But my tears don't fall with you yet this sickening cruelty surrounds our city Small children buried in their homes primordial forests silenced But I don't claw my eyes out If this dark age conquers we will leave this echo. Womb of Fire She draws her weapon elegantly and places it upon her lips Now her words shine the Red and the scent of roses Come let her take you by her little white hands And guide you to the fields of calla lilies Let the fiery reds muffle your eyes Inspect her neck and see all the precious ornaments You know you're going to be the one in the middle of her chest. The one between her breasts as she stands over you in complete confidence. There is no need for knights in shining armor They'll only rust in her water See the pilings at her feet We are expendable bags of meat Womb of Fire.