Dark Tongues, Pt. II - Comrades

I was among the fatherless ones

Born in a tide of paralyzed sons

Threatened with fire

We all promised our spirits

Am I followed, watched like prey?

Who is singing freedom to me?

Tell me now, have you known a love

Powerful enough to steal your fear of

Death with wounds so bitter?

Can there be a place far beyond this sorrow

Ever bright and safe?

I will break this vein of violent shame

And run free

Crooked and crimson, its blood is poisoned

Crooked and crimson, its blood is poisoned