Endthisday - The Giving (And They Came With Fire...) lyrics

Inside these dark

shadows of man I grip

the hand of gloom.

Only my thoughts

release the smiles and

days of sunlit dreams,

for in truth, the hours

of morn are as bleak

as the last.

Now I fear the touch

of a child due to the

actions of our past.

Angels of mercy weep

no more because the

future is foretold in

our creator's eyes.

We angels of deception

may bleed our last drop

and bow to the

responsibility for

centuries of lies.

We greet the new dawn

with only a passion to hate,

but these flowers are not

soon to forget the promises

that were captured through

their fathers' ill-fated eyes.

Sweet and compassionate child,

may you find it in your

fractured heart to hold back

judgment. Your judgment of fire,

and your blessings of death.

Our age should dwindle in

fear and rest with no hope,

because these angels

descend upon us on

clouds of vengeance.

My nightmares become life

and fire becomes my skin.

We can only accept this

fate and bathe in the sweet

waters that we've cursed

with our sins.

So many promises of life

blooming into beauty now

lay foul from our

intercourse of disease.

Only the tears of angels

will reveal our sorrow,

but they are blind to the

compassion and deaf to our cries.