Tyrant Blessed Songtext
von Sonic Reign

Take it, love to trust
A check on needs a delivering saviour
Bound to the cold woods, they are one
No deliverance to truth nor ideals
What a merciful fate we′ve received
Indeed we are the blessed

An uninvited guest who's staying
Dissequest amongst his own
An artist of glorious decor
Spilling the wine on the altar
The procession leads towards inner emptiness
To a sphere in the need of an idol
It leads away from our own flame
Which fades away


The servants of the worthless
For they don′t see the masquerade
Of their own kind

Damned to tell the other sheep
To beg for its mercy
Damned to live their lives in its shadow

The chalice of ignorance
It breathes from mouth to mouth
And quenches the thirst of the world
This juice sleeps 'round the world
But it won't touch our lips
We will not wait for the funeral winds
To pass us the promised winds
No repressed pride, no restricted self
We will take what can be taken by living hands