Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sons Of Thunder, artist - Woe of Tyrants. Album song Kingdom Of Might, in the genre Date of issue: 05.01.2009
Record label: Metal Blade Records
Song language: English
Sons Of Thunder |
| There is no foothold here in these miry depths |
| Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone |
| Frantic laughter bubbling throughout |
| Voice strained from screaming, parched and shrill |
| With each breath comes an influx of my waste |
| Beasts sovereign, circling, searching for their feast |
| Their mouths foaming, sensing blood in the dirty water |
| Its the primal craving which prevails disgust |
| But how did I get here? |
| The first of oh so many questions |
| Delayed are the angels melodies, ensnared in this bog |
| But this place is familiar |
| The sites, the sounds, the face of the beast |
| Breathing mirrors reflecting me, I share in their needs |
| The absence of love, abundance of filth |
| Left to consider the familiarity of my despair |
| Deprived innocence, I am deserving of this place |
| Entitlement, I have what I’ve chosen |
| The virgin weeping, blackened eyes dripping contempt |
| Actions and disgraces, I have many faces here |
| The frowning masks of the tragedy, many faces here |
| With one final glare my head slips under the mud |
| I reach, still finding nothing |
| Which I can grab to reach the surface again |
| Dimming into dark is the heart that fades away |
| I sink into the darkest deep |
| Finally I give in to the hands touch |
| Embracing what they say |
| I submit to the nightmare of the mire |
| Finding solace in the choice to fall into breathing |
| Depths, depths, depths |
| There is no foothold here in these miry depths |
| Clawed fingers scraping flesh from bone |
| Frantic laughter bubbling throughout |
| Voice strained from screaming, parched and shrill |