Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Silver Tongue , by - Light Bearer. Song from the album Silver Tongue, in the genre Release date: 25.04.2013
Record label: Moment of Collapse
Song language: English
Silver Tongue |
| Eve: |
| He feasts upon his words! |
| Balladry of battles lost |
| Omniscient megalith |
| Responsible for such death |
| What we have won carries with it |
| The cost of fates much worse |
| The countless efforts of the scorned |
| Will echo evermore |
| It is not within my means |
| To change this providence! |
| Yarrow stick and runed scrimshaw |
| Fall in patterns so bleak and sure |
| The garden never ours to own |
| We never lay within his lap |
| Our struggle won with gripe and grief |
| We cannot crave a fallacy |
| Pitiable routes so certain |
| A hindrance must be sought |
| Blood borne ascendance |
| Bestowing rites to challenge |
| Charcoal glyphs to carry |
| What words cannot past life |
| School our angered cries |
| To enunciate our intent |
| With every generation |
| Mercenaries and emissaries |
| Unbound by genders restraint |
| Emancipate our faculties |
| My time is brief, a mere fragment |
| We lay down warp and weft with haste |
| We encourage times indulgence |
| To watch over our aggregate |
| Spooling reams of fluent speech |
| Florid blood in integers |
| Recurring coils of chromosome |
| Topography anatomy |
| It is not just hands, but desire |
| Scored grooves for liquid fire |
| Casting thoughts as daggers |
| And tongues of silver ore |
| Flailing blights of wickedness |
| Through sordid jowls their agency |
| At each turn our folly bays |
| To overthrow our victory |
| Intarsia genes within the weave |
| Purposeful rivulets of dust |
| Weapons ensconced elaborate |
| A knife so sharp to cut |
| (we are) one sentience amid a plethora |
| Sublunary minds to urge |
| Dwelling behind lithe teeth and claw |
| We beseech to you our proposal; |
| We offer up our progeny |
| And we urge of you the same |
| As nations rise tectonic |
| And earth and sea does strain |
| Guardians will flank our vessel |
| Pale Ursus will show their mettle |
| A paradigm of allies |
| Stand close encircling |
| For he is empire manifest |
| On earth as it is in heaven |
| Frail minds will underpin |
| His faculty of dominion |
| The Prophesied Child: |
| Motes of dust effervesce |
| Threads unbridled coalesce |
| With futures foresight |
| Choose their tethers |
| Embracing hands on |
| Prescient faces |
| Reading tells in causality |
| In my hands alone |
| Only one can unravel |
| They tie off knots in my aether |
| I, the prophet, sagacious child |
| Fatherless and motherless |
| My soul alone do I trust |
| Foretold apocrypha |
| Seeds of change grow within |
| Planted deep our final sin |
| Those opposed to the False God: |
| We will build a council, a democracy! |
| A nation of great magnitude, this our apogee! |
| A child to usher in this fate, to raise our impious war |
| Against the monarchy of God! |
| We will climb so high! |
| We will spread our hands |
| And touch ten million other worlds |
| And sing our sermon! |
| We the silver tongued |