We will be gone

Over and over
They keep throwing stones
We will not break
The black wing fly alone
Rap your head
All around this
Wake up the beast
Now it’s you he can kill or kiss
Where were you when heroes were falling
And giants were born
Maker of the bull maker of the horn
Father of pain mother of heart ache
You will not prey upon
Watcher of the weak keeper of the strong
When darkness
Turns into dawn
We will be gone

They sow the seeds
Only for vengeance sake
And In the end
We all loose more than they take
They wear the mark
To cover their magazine
Like no one knows
Where they have been
Where were you when heroes were falling
And giants were born
Maker of the bull maker of the horn
Father of pain mother of heart ache
You will not prey upon
Watcher of the weak keeper of the strong
When darkness
Turns into dawn
We will be gone