Harbinger
Byzantine
4:30One day I walked the halls and it frightened me to see All my childish dreams have now been blown away Come share with me your pain unless it is too late Then like scattered crows we fly to barricade What a terrible sight One too often seen Our suffering does not fall evenly I've raised you to be bold and shout down all your fears But I need you not to scream just run away What a terrible sight One too often seen Our suffering does not fall evenly Open your eyes to tragedy Forced to live our lives built on broken things A place we cannot go Oh Christ, your blood wash over me Symbolized all my darkest fears Adorning all the walls were echoes of their pleas Throwing all hope to the vastness of the sea I've raised you to stand tall and declare your destiny But I need you now to crouch and not be seen