"From the Briar" Lyrics

Ellenmor

With slaves now do I fly:
In false hope.

A gladiator I will fight,
With a thousand voices chanting:
“You won’t make it out.”

My blood spills over like game
That comes to distort my broken mind--
My joyous mind.

So wait, till it’s over--
And I, will be exactly as you once were;
But now you’re better off crawling then dead--
You’re better off crawling than dead.

But strife--he won’t impress your life.
Only fruit will be recalled:
The strain of harvest is ignored, when joyous you’re feasting its grain.

You gladiator!
Why do you fight for what is yours?
The fight has passed over you so why
Are you still swinging your sword?

So wait, till it’s over
And I will be exactly as you once were;
But now you’re better off crawling then dead--
You’re better off crawling than dead.

So here: in blackwatch--
I see the raven passing
Ellenmor!

Pain stains the heart as I’m torn in thirds:
The weight of uncertainty hurts
Stay: Ellenmor!

While slandering and rioting need contest for me--for you.
For me--

For this I know, my life’s not happenstance.
Direct me now, with purpose I can fall, to place.