Yields of Sand - In Mourning

I denied your swinging flail

Cutting through my shields

And you feel just right here

But you feel so dark

The night, it’s all gone

You made me weak

You made me feel like I belong

Burning rain

Falling blade

Penetrates the ground

Search for shades

Staining the skies

With the blood of your hands

In darkened shapes

We’re losing all reflections

With an arrow to your broken heart

March in the fire

Fading trail

Demon tail

Cutting through the sand

Shielding hand

Burn, kneel before the empress

Before the face of defiance

So treacherous

Obey, deceptive are her hands

Obey, deceptive are her hands

I denied your swinging flail

Cutting through my shields

And you feel just right here

But you feel so dark

The night, it’s all gone

You made me weak

You made me feel like I belong

Burning trails in the blackened sand

Weaving a greater escape

Hiding all that would never be true

Beckoning grail of storms

Crushing all in it’s path

When the shadows fade

You will find your way

Burn, kneel before the empress

Before the face of defiance

So treacherous

Obey, deceptive are her hands

Obey, deceptive are her hands

Burn, kneel before the empress

Before the face of defiance

So treacherous

Obey, deceptive are her hands

Obey, deceptive are her hands

By the hand

The yields of sand

The blood

All will fail