Of Scattered Ants That Swarm Together - Most Precious Blood

The sky is on fire

I am the fire, and now a jury turned into a choir

Second chances came and went

The distance is growing and won’t relent

My eyes overcast in tears and mud

My debt overpaid in bone and blood

Time lies of its age and we’re won’t to cease

Since the fires and the floods

Second chances came and went

The distance is growing and won’t relent

The echoing death rattle of honor still ringing

The scars of battles old still stinging

Holding shaking hands in the roar of the quake

With the choir singing the only sound it can make

Second chances came and went

The distance is growing and won’t relent

Familiar, defeat’s acrid scent

The passage of distancing time won’t relent