[Music: Aaron Strong] [Instrumental]
long forsaken her heart Move to the truth Breath the sunlight burning in her open arms Break the chains that Bind you to a past that feeds this bitter
gaze fixed firmly ahead We are safe here A black winged angel watching over you And you dream And I pretend Sleep is all I ask Rest from all these bitter
Could have carried us farther Mired only by ourselves Horizon glowed in morning Through vile was our resolve A promise to betray A betrayal to remember
of nightmares dwell inside Where visits of the damned will have you begging for your life And there is no escaping what yearns for flesh suspended consciousness reviled Such bitterness
a coat of color Loved by some, feared by others She's immortalized in young men's eyes Lust she breeds in the eyes of brothers Violent sons make bitter
[Part I: A Third Gathering] Brave men wanted For hazardous journey Low pay, bitter cold Moths of complete darkness Constant danger Safe return doubtful
now I want to steal your heart Claim it as mine before the bidding starts I've got green on my face Got jealous green I can taste Bitter-green bile because you're vile
lamest excuse [Chorus] Put out my eyes so I may never spy Waving branches as they're waving goodbye Their vile perfume brings to my mouth a bitter taste
town A hip flask and fumbled skein with some stagedoor Josephine is all he'll get now Eyes going in and out of focus Mild and bitter from tuberculosis
Half an inch away Speak before the sweat is even noticed Such a bitter taste I said the words I just can't comprehend Ink the scriptures to my feet
a sleep. Lett him be coursed! Forewer... Beloved wife of man defenseless creature the vengeance will be full from the fire spoken golden ones. The wedlock hymn was bitter
know your time has come And I know your time has come Oh But there are some things I must consider Like what is the reason that I'm so bitter But you
perfect day to die, just the right one instilling its light upon the world For a very long time. I led the guys outside, singing the bitter lyrics of
From nervous stress I split your brain, while you cry out "I'm Hurt" And I reply "It's a shame", I'm bitter to the vein Vile, like a bag lady up in a
