The Crimson Armada - The Sound, The Flood, The Hour текст песни

God give me strength, you know I need it
Say "Submit to me!" And I'll concede
And when the crow rusts, water will follow in combust
The veins of pride pump strong with the the blood of scarecrows
A cavity so fills, a likened tar is the stain of poisoned arrows

Straight through the soul of man
God remind these people of what their in

God give me strength you know I need it

Pray for mercy
So beg the pedestal to shine between each shoulder blade
And slip a card of arrogant remains
The mark of a titan bore silver, belted, strained the neck
And made us giants but we stand as nothing but crumbling stones

The seventh circle is well reserved
For those who falsified God's words
Fall to your knees
So beg
Pray for mercy

In the eve of the hour all will beg
And pray for mercy

So wave the banner high,
Nigh is the hour of the flood
Pray, tell the tale of your pride and may we drown in our blood
Safeguard and hold fast the pages
That save us from a temperament of void
To only you, oh Holy One, I submit my voice

God give me strength, you know I need it

Up to your neck in timeless, mindless, sightless, blind confided,
Blight of the wired shine of pride,
You barely breathe
With the glare of certain death
Ticking and emitting the sound, the flood, the hour
Take a second and beg, pray for mercy

So fall to your knees and pray for mercy
Fall to your knees and pray for mercy