Lyrics » Ward Off the Vultures

an old woman's tappin' at the door
morning light lines eastern mountains ridge
with stiffened neck raise up your horns
and dare not cross that devils bridge
we toil for a shallow grave an empty cup and widowed sage
when every coarse accosts a cliff
our weary spines beset by hindrance high
may every waning breath be battlecry
yield to nothing
we toil for a shallow grave an empty cup and widowed sage

CHORUS:
plan not on hearing the rattle when life escapes my lungs
when time comes for war
shed you armor and waltz through the battlefield
screaming you'll never go silently into the night

hell is not fire and brimstone instead its sterilized walls white
where innocent victims rot into beds beneath florescent lights
and now theres nothing left for them to do but wait for lines to flatten
(corrosion set into foundation holds no life just fear
soon this lighthouse shall crash into ruin)

when all your mirrors shatter and those six blackbirds align outside your door
give not into your tired bones but keep your eyelids torn
and remember just as long as your still breathing
you've never made a promise to the graveyard

CHORUS

the reaper shall tremble before me
(WARD OFF THE VULTURES)
i wont soon be resting in earth
(WARD OFF THE VULTURES)
we're all chained to the deck of a slave ship
an hour glass
(WARD OFF THE VULTURES)
don't let the spilling sands slip through your fingers
the reaper shall tremble before me
(WARD OFF THE VULTURES)
i wont soon be resting in earth
(WARD OFF THE VULTURES)
we're all chained to the deck of a slave ship
an hour glass
(WARD OFF THE VULTURES)
don't let the spilling sands slip through your fingers
AS LONG AS YOU'RE BREATHING YOU'RE FREE FROM THE GRAVE

CHORUS
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