Final Blow

The terror and determination of war at your nest’s edge
The Coven’s been fighting, but where have you been?
How could you betray what you believe; whom you love?
Look at the imprint scorched upon you like a brand
In the form of flight, I once was free
A blow to the back is all it takes
A blow that knocks my breath away
False promises ring true with consequence.
Words are twisted to fit your needs
Who am I?
What am I supposed to be?
In my wrath that I unleash upon your weary corpse
For a corpse is all I’ll leave of you
With you at fault, our demise calls
A call that once was whispered, now screams
Now you must pay, in blood, in fury.
In the form of flight, I once was free
A blow to the back is all it takes
A blow that knocks my breath away
False promises ring true with consequence.
Words are twisted to fit your needs
Who am I?
What am I supposed to be?
Born and raised in hell, instead of falling from the Heavens
There you will see the emptiness that fills every hell-beast
In the form of flight, I once was free
A blow to the back is all it takes
A blow that knocks my breath away
False promises ring true with consequence.
Words are twisted to fit your needs
Who am I?
What am I supposed to be?
One last blow is all it takes
In the form of flight, she once was free
A blow to the back is all it takes
A blow that knocks her breath away
False promises ring true with consequence.
Words are twisted to fit his needs
Who are we?
What are we supposed to be?