Thunder - The Royal

Black flags and bright minds

Fuel the fire in me, there is no running from this

With our hands up high we’ve watched as the world burned

Take us to the gates

Let’s bring an end to this endless suffering

Pick your battles

We are dead and recovering

Dead and recovering

Embody flies to the flame

Sticks and stones, A maze of illusion

Dead and recovering

Dead and recovering

Ride the storm, be death defiant

There’s truth in honor and bliss

Can’t you see, we have none when the sun sets

Within the land of blistered tongues we reside

The house of the harvester

Fear the untamed, for thunder is their game tonight

Shackles and chains, we are slaves to the light

Tear out the heart, rip the teeth from the beast

Erase the clouds that have conquered the masses

Beneath a blood red sky

Cracks in the pavement, dark days in our memory

The bitter pills they gave me

Cries in the night

Lies so vile, infected reality

Behold the children of mischief

Behold the children of mischief

Fear the untamed, for thunder is their game tonight

Shackles and chains, we are slaves to the light

Tear out the heart, rip the teeth from the beast

Erase the clouds that have conquered the masses