Letra de Wayward Verities

For dark was the night And full of banes Dawns thrive in light Spring reeks of change Boil blood of reform Throats finding voice Red taste of freedom Where once was no choice Reign free It is the new dawn Truth to be the last Call no man free Until he falls for higher belief More pure than virgin's grief Harness the order Truth overwhelmed Rotten are the branches On hollow tree of realm Barkskin of unrest We flay from this elm On nothing he dances Tyrant condemned Reign free Quiescent mind belying reason Attire me on scarred licit mask My throne of clay and funeral wax