Letra de The Kindred Brevity
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This masterpiece is now the trembling force for the fear in the young
This story is told with an all too forgotten melody in us all, but where is the unsung wretch who defined the way we plot, the same beast who taught the meaning of tactful discretion
He sung the notes that shall be heard to all who have lost and wrote the book for all who's prayers be discarded
This story is told with an all too forgotten melody in us all, but where is the unsung wretch who defined the way we plot, the same beast who taught the meaning of tactful discretion
He sung the notes that shall be heard to all who have lost and wrote the book for all who's prayers be discarded
With but a sentence, he put to rest an array of belief not leaving a page unturned
Describing all points in his connivance to be carried out with accuracy, I
descend from the stories in his blood
I am the heir to all
In the ears of his slaves we mocked, destructing their weaker points
In the ears of his combatants we bellow our chant, in which our creed exists, it's what
makes us his men a front line none have reckoned, proud to stand at the turn of a hand
Betrayers mistake who we stand for, we're not the savior they commend, but the army of thousands like me
With the chant now begins our march, promidigating the ground we now share, in our eyes all will aspire, in his eyes all will wade
His hand is the one that drove the nail (x2)
What manifests is blackness and we are the beasts who claim his quintessence (x2)
This has become a facile triumph (x2)
Triumph
Describing all points in his connivance to be carried out with accuracy, I
descend from the stories in his blood
I am the heir to all
In the ears of his slaves we mocked, destructing their weaker points
In the ears of his combatants we bellow our chant, in which our creed exists, it's what
makes us his men a front line none have reckoned, proud to stand at the turn of a hand
Betrayers mistake who we stand for, we're not the savior they commend, but the army of thousands like me
With the chant now begins our march, promidigating the ground we now share, in our eyes all will aspire, in his eyes all will wade
His hand is the one that drove the nail (x2)
What manifests is blackness and we are the beasts who claim his quintessence (x2)
This has become a facile triumph (x2)
Triumph
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