Kingdom Of Might (The Eclipse) - Woe of Tyrants

Before the angels, the arrows penetrate my back

Hear the laughter, as they dig into my flesh

And my decisions are echoing into eternity

From this moment, the fight is raging;

the war is on

Crying loud, hoping for the end of this power’s embrace

For defense, infused with my spirit, forging new visuals

With a striking prowess, prophetic men, pray for the cleansing

Of every weapon we hold

Again, the sun is blackened and the powers turn hot

Spewing guilt into my wounds, crying loud, hoping for the end

Of this power’s embrace, for defense

Infused with my spirit, forging new visuals with a striking prowess

Prophetic men, pray for the wisdom to use every tool that we can

Avenge fallen brethren, who’ve been taken once

And lift them to the sky, with a power forged in blood

The arrows of our love show that while eclipsed

We still believe the sun will shine upon this field and dry up every tear

Power rages on, rages over sorrow, over hope passing

Pray for cleansing and wisdom in dark times

Even when it doesn’t shine but it burns with light

For the creature shields its eyes from the untamed parts of night

But now I see the glow, radiating off the angels

Screaming out in tongues, firing into the air

As the trumpeters blare a new song, of transformation from the old

My hands are waving, frantically searching for weapons of my own

I’m strengthened by numbers, the melodies of the angels from home

Reach out your arms and believe in me

Reach out your hands, and take this in

Reach out your arms, and believe in me

And open your eyes