Wrists of Kings

[Instrumental intro]

[Verse 1]
Now your blood
Travels though the
Veins of our
History

[Verse 2]
It bursts forth in
Boiling black
Clouds from the wrists
Of kings

[Instrumental break]

[Verse 3]
The shadow lengthens as
Time draws on its tendrils
Creep into mythic cracks
Blending with the light of
Day

[Bridge]
We see it, now before us
But even so we cannot

[Outro]
Read the lies
Between the lines