progressive
seattle
metal
progressive metal
djent
roman
operatic
7string guitar
female fronted metal
roman progressive metal
Lyrics
Our sense of accomplishment won by defeat, it will be justified
Our gift of entitlement fuels the exploit, your time is at its end
Bow down, yield authority, tighten the reign, we are the enemy
Our gods gave us the strength we need, gave us the right to claim on your defeat
Back down, resist the urge to follow suit and you'll lessen the pain while you're chained and you're shackled
The stern fate, count the stars the gods align and pray to the ones that have failed you all this time
At no cost will your lives be bargained on and no one can save you this time
It's time to die
Sky breaks, let the sun bleed through, sweat from the brow, unbroken steady eye
Arms raised, with his presence known, chant from the throng, make their allegiance known
Swift wield from his gleaming blade, signals the dawn, the incandescent scheme
Press on and succeed the throne, strengthen the line, we're gonna take it home
Faithful pleas and fading dreams, justice far and out of reach
The tides of change may bring dismay, it's often hushed, the past does fade