dready Souls

The bewitched man

bore the idol for your call

sought its mystery

sang the hymn of ruination's fall

Ohh blood of heaven

silk, licorice and clamor's toll

give me the power of darkness

and let all feel the dread of soul

Ohh blood of heaven

silk, licorice and clamor's toll

give me the power of darkness

and let all feel the dread of soul

The silver-plated armor

seeks to counter evil's might

they unsheathe their swords

feeling the lethal edge of night

But the bewitched man

conjures the perfect hex to cast

imprisons all the humans

in chant and rock and salt held fast

Ohh blood of heaven

silk, licorice and clamor's toll

give me the power of darkness

and let all feel the dread of soul

Ohh blood of heaven

silk, licorice and clamor's toll

give me the power of darkness

and let all feel the dread of soul

The battle hangs by a thread so thin

a champion rises fierce and raw

chest worn and tattered

he lifts his barritus of awe

And it fades in the combat

the peace, the sky and the blessed gift

of ever being set free

through a just and mercied rift

The scales have now tilted

men weep with a mournful sound

evil has triumphed

cutting through tendon, fire and ground

Ohh blood of heaven

silk, licorice and clamor's toll

give me the power of darkness

and let all feel the dread of soul