Woe Of Tyrants Tempting The Wretch lyrics

Heeding the call of my resilient foes
Absorbing the sound of the melodies silent
All of my dreams turning scarlet
My screams startling allies in the pale of the moon

I'm contemplating what I've seen
The bright of the morning that survived the night
Dreams remembered in fragments

Shards of glass reflect
Shards of glass reflecting the pale of the moon
In the pale of the moon

I dance amongst damned, this dance of the dead
The melodies guiding me, playing unheard
Dead in the pale of the suffering moon

With this revelation I feel even more at the brink of risk
These things in the darkness that I cannot see nor resist
Dancing with fire, resting in the ash that coats my skin
Brings me to life again

Awaken screaming in the darkest of the night
The fire heats the sky, lifting me into a conscious nightmare
Revealing that the window's still intact, the murals not defiled
The window to the soul has not been broken

Warmth outstanding candlelight, the flicker on the wall
A better sense of the apathy in the corner of the room
The door creaks, barely heard as I shiver in my skin

The candle dancing violent now as if it somehow has heard

This is vengeance, this is beauty somehow defiled
This is the culmination of their desire to enter me

What I've seen how quickly white fades to gray
Within what fathers the wiles of the devil
A farce of this dark memory
The wiles of the devil, the wiles of the devil
Heeding the call

Now I'm a flurry spinning about the room
The glass cutting into my feet
As I embrace the fall into the floor
Descend, remember the sound of the whisper
In your ear, your ear

Now I'm a flurry spinning about the room
The glass cutting into my feet
As I embrace the fall it crumbles away
Descend, remember the sound of the whisper
In your ear

I stare at the walls alive, moving about to a beat I must resist
Refusing every advance, slipping hopeful back to sleep
My eyes shut, I sense the cold with whispers in my ear