Crimson

Woe to Ariel! Ariel! Woe to the stubborn sons Sitting underneath the created sun Adding sin to sin in the light of the mighty one All together rapt in skin for skin Wavering men will become something nonexistent Awake! Awake! Clothe yourself with strength! Storm-tossed and beaten, but it's you who will remain Dried up a barren eunuch cries Live your life for him, and he will wipe your eyes So, call out full-throated, the world needs your voice Yours, It's beautiful. It cuts through the noise Arise O' woman. Breathe in a world full of wicked breath A tendency till there's nothing left Bereft. Bereft. Bereft Woe God! I'm a man full of sad sobs Blot out our feeble mournings and qualms With your unremitting abstract palms Oh, show us your arm Archaic spiel repeated has remained to heal Is it real? Is it real? Listen. Dismiss this imposition born from vacillate souls Wail you oaks! Upheaval turns insignificant smiles downward We're shaking out the knives that formed in all of their words Sanguinary sweeping, Indignation caused the seeping And the hills melt (You have to let them know.) With the blood of the prey covering your doubts Torn up memories that we've kept A tendency till there's nothing left Bereft. Bereft. Bereft...