Flesh, Blood & Bone Songtext
von Lavaborne

Bound to a rock, as the lamb stares in shock
Afraid of what may unfold
Something comes into view as he′s stirring the brew
What is the thing that the Servant holds
It looks like a child from a mother defiled
A withered body with a demon's face
Into the pot; within seconds, the spot
Has a figure standing in its place

Flesh of the Servant, Blood of the Foe
Bone of the Father, the pot starts to glow
Now they behold, he is restored
Words once foretold, the rising of the Dark Lord


Standing like a ghost, to his legions he boasts
As he looks at the prisoner with spite
He′s waited so long for the weak to be strong
He has prepared to finish the fight
His strength he will show when he murders the doe
The first step of securing his rule
The time has come now; and with a final bow
The two champions are ready to duel

The warriors clash, and the lamb is outmatched
It seems the wicked have claimed the day
With an unforeseen spell, evil's sins are expelled
And attack him in the melee
The lamb flees the land, with his brother in hand
Barely surviving the master's might
He knows what′s in store, that the second war
Will be an even more savage fight

Flesh of the Servant, Blood of the Foe
Bone of the Father, the pot starts to glow
Now they behold, he is restored
Words once foretold, the rising of the Dark Lord