Fallstar The New World
Breathe in. I'm a miscarriage to THE NEW WORLD, and my
mother she spits me out. Outburn hell by bare knuckle
enterprise. Birthright pride with the stride of a
monster. Don't expect a passive man to snuff a fire out.
We're given eyes to see. We're given hands to keep the
peace. Ears to hear the cries of the afflicted. Hands to
exact peace. I wanna see you come back for us. It's never
meant to be this way this violent wind just makes me
sick. Come back so we trust again. "I will avenge". So
turn world, and let the war torn saints cling to the
cornerstone. Like our fathers before us, to live is
Christ. For us to die is gain. Standing firm is much more
powerful than payback, and sweeter than revenge. A
Whisper in the Breeze finds me. Legends of the dead come
back haunting me. A WHISPER IN THE BREEZE. Until the end
of the world all saints navigate by salvation's song,
through torrents of crimson, but we never fall. So I go
inside. It's time. To be with you my love is my only
desire. You are my sweetest song. I'll rush to tear down
any door, until the earth ends and after. To let you in.
