Tides Of Fire

Crescent Shield

I'm not the only one 
Who can put out the fire 
I only want to be left alone 

Wise man high upon your hill 
Please hear the prayers we cry 
You we beseech 
We rest our hopes on the promise 
Of your good name 

I'm not your providence 
I live, I breathe 
I cannot stop the flood 

An eye for an eye, The innocent fallen 
The cities are dead, The guilty are dust 
Walking the hillsides, Dotted by followers 
Ritual blindness, Bookkeepers in their citadels 

The wrath of princes and kings 
A flood not of water but flame 
Evil born of sovereignty 
Patterns are followed the same 

It comes again 
The sand of the ages is falling away 
Knowledge and violence, Hand over hand 
Are up from their graves 
Wisdom is left in the dirt 

I've seen the wrath 
Of princes and kings 
Flood not of water but flame 
Evil born of sovereignty 
Patterns are followed the same