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?
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?