DESCRIPTION:
Song off Woe of Tyrants' album Kingdom of Might.
Includes both "The Eclipse" and "Dawn In The Darkness"

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-LYRICS-

THE ECLIPSE:

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 it's 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.

DAWN IN THE DARKNESS:

But there were changes first, in the valley floors. Where the creatures lurk in the dark no more. Seen in weakness now, they may attack at will. With our swords we'll stand, as one body we'll stand! In unison crying aloud in defiance of death! But there's a way to build a kingdom, bonding units with one true host. For this is real, the walking dead fight, raise an alert. Attackers from the west they scream with renewed hatred! They fight hard and intense. Rest assured in the strength of your King, drink only of waters which won't recede. Father of dreams, pick up the broken wings; and fill the spaces, where fallen saints are lacking, bring us visions, visions of our true home. Taking solace in the comfort stemmed from angels whispers, encouragement to press on... Into the fire!
Pick up the broken wings! Warriors of might, prep your armor, and charge forth with swords and shields raised high into the sky, with an urgent cry a cry of hope. The clouds are moving side to side, shreds of white light are squeaking by, with attention to the mourning, the widow and the child. Love does not fail. Breathe, breathe the freshest of air, see the whitest of white, and press on through the fight.


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