Tyrant Blessed Songtext
von Sonic Reign

Take him off the cross
It′s him who needs a delivering savior
Bound to the cold woods
They are one

No deliverance
Just food for our guilt
What a merciful fate we received
Indeed we are the blessed

An uninvited guest who's staying
He seeds wind amongst his hosts
And harvests the flourishing storm
Spilling red wine on their altar


The procession leads towards inner emptiness
Towards fear and the need of an idol
It leads away from our own flame which fades away

Blessed are the blind
The servants of the wordless
For they don′t see the masquerade of their own kind

Damned to turn the other cheek
To beg for his mercy
Damned to live their lifes in his shadow

The chalice of ignorance
Is reached from mouth to mouth
And quenches the thirst of the world


This juice may drown the world
But it won't touch our lips
We will not wait for the funeral winds
To pass us the promised wings
No repressed pride - no restricted self
We will take what can be taken by living hands