Lyrics Warren of Snares - Fall Of Efrafa

Warren of Snares

We can account for the scars in our sides
Yet we are not privy to the thoughts that we discard
Those who would break us
Nurture our despair
But still we cherish those who we revile
We take this battle in our fortitude
The war of will yet to be resolved
We broke the font from which we sup
Bit hard upon the nape of our chaste and drew blood
Take refuge in our commune
Orphans
Staccato souls
Scrawled identities
Captives of our consecration
Is this our dowry
The sorrow of our loss?
Do we inflict our young with the horrors of our past?
We use these imperfections as markers
Vestige points
We have so much to gain
So little left to loose
Lay bare this soil
A marred ambit
Borders bound by slick hraka
Towers of salt carve out tracks
Cleaved in two by careless hands
The word is rife
The harbinger
It clings to us this Efrafa
Homba
Lendri and Yonil
It rises like vomit within us all
The weakening words spread out in ares
The urge to flee
Cowardice engulfs
Our hands are raised in unison
Brandished tools
Branded skin
Cut away
Like so much meat
We forged new scars against ill repute
We hold on tight to one another
I am legion for we are many