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 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
It poisons the will
We knew the war was lost
And every empire fell

Your foolish heart
It poisons the will
Upon our spiritual deathbed
And see you all 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