Acrasia - Chapter VI: The Slaying Of The Suitors

The years, they tick over Been wandering forever We've come to claim what's ours to claim, though they scorn us moreover Gaze upon these blood-stained hands For we have stood the test of time The air is death, but the taste of your blood is so sublime When all is said and done You're just a poor imitation And though the snakes emerge We'll be the kings they remember Bite your tongue! Did you really think I'd let you take what's mine Your kiss turned to cancer Our love cashed for silver You want the prize? You'd better quit the lies We're far too brave to surrender Gaze upon these blood-stained hands For we have stood the test of time The air is death, but the taste of your blood is so sublime When all is said and done You're just a poor imitation And though the snakes emerge We'll be the kings they remember Pride comes before a fall The writing's on the wall You've said your piece but you won't get away If actions speak louder than words Then why can't we be heard? Your day of judgement has arrived You're only fuelling this fire And when you're bruised and broken, I hope you think of us And when you're bruised and broken, I hope you think of us Think about, think about, think about us when you want Think about, think about, think about us when you want We will stand tall We will triumph When all is said and done We'll beat the poor imitation And though the snakes emerge We'll be the kings they remember