Falls of Rauros – Poverty Hymn Lyrics
Shackled to misdirection
Fingers contort, bent from despair
Fallen victim to a calm inauthentic and uneager
Never again acquiescing
Our blades invoke the sun
Seeking heart or a bare throat to inaugurate
Weapons born to caution the night
Desperately hunt in the shadows of their pledge
Shelter is myth
Our blades invoke the sun
Seeking heart or a bare throat to inaugurate
Weapons born to caution the night
Desperately hunt in the shadows of their pledge
Shelter is myth
Keening voice
Singing hymns to the poverty of existence
Cruelty is a gift from our masters
Standing naked in the floodlights of transition
Trying to stay warm
Keening voice
Singing hymns to the poverty of existence
Cruelty is a gift from our masters
Standing naked in the floodlights of transition
Trying to stay warm
A wound
That cannot be reconciled
Will swallow us
Never take for granted what you have
Crippled justice will be sacrificed as a lesson
All compassion will be martyred
Every flowering lost to time
And a wound
That cannot be reconciled
Will swallow us
Never take for granted what you have
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