Flame Salvation Songtext
von Rev 16:8

Never been able to fight my own battles.
I′ve kept another kingdom clean.
Your mud and your bricks carried, your lashes endured.
Our delicate prince, divider of oyster and petal.

The thick standing between your enemy is crumbling.
The close quarters quail and shrink by the day.
Your world of rule lies in a deadly arena
where the doors to the lion's den stand open.

Many have they been and more of them will grow.
It only takes a moment glance and thief is there.
Once lost to the deep and returned again.
Our beloved son, lord of cloud and ground.

Your world of rule lies in a deadly arena.
Our esteemed leader, master of sword and shield.


Summoned by those of afar and by blood
to carry out their highest of will.
A call recited by delivered tongues.
Always returned and answered above rock.

The wounds have gradually grown.
The design was as useless as a windowless palace.
Honoring the legacy through hate and contempt.
I always see the eyes of my closets.

As I break the seal the reins are freed.
Cursing all that is and what remains.
The ties and wishes of grandeur are cut.
Your insolent ways have lead to this place.

Kneedeep I wade in a billowing reflection.
Drowning your reign in your tears.
Seeing what I have become I draw first blood.
Revealing the shores severed heads.