Harbinger-Protest the Hero

[00:00.00] [00:11.31] [00:17.00] [00:17.52](Sleep) sleep still and silent [00:21.96](Dream) in stained glass scenes of violence [00:26.27](Claim) the song sung by the sirens [00:30.66](Breathe) shallow and quietly [00:34.61] [00:35.11]Stand before the corpse, the corpse [00:39.21]The corpse of the crow [00:43.58]Take up the blade, the blade [00:47.99]That struck the final blow [00:52.84] [00:53.03]Tear off the wings, yeah [00:56.30]To refuse its ascension [01:00.62]There will be no reproach [01:03.03]There will be no reproach [01:05.03]There will be no redemption [01:09.47] [01:09.81](For the wicked and corrupt) at the end of its life [01:13.92](Only justice from the absolute) with a flick of a knife [01:18.02](Wicked and corrupt) at the end of its life [01:21.23](Only justice from the absolute) with a flick of a knife [01:31.90] [01:33.12]Oh, back to where it all began [01:38.20] [01:38.44]Tracing footprints to the shore [01:42.36]They lead into the ocean [01:46.59]Where the horror waits no more [01:51.17]In its place waits utter devotion [01:55.27] [01:55.84]The current casting backwards tells a tale of lifetime past [01:59.74]The empty faces that once seemed listless have all now been recast [02:04.06]But when lost in distant thoughts, a sleeping evil starts to stir [02:08.33]Distracted by warm memories with vigilance relaxed [02:11.53]It seemed unlikely to occur [02:13.44] [02:13.71]Tear off the wings, yeah [02:17.09]To refuse its ascension [02:21.07]There will be no reproach [02:23.42]There will be no reproach [02:25.59]There will be no redemption [02:30.30] [02:31.04] [02:35.00] [02:39.44] [02:43.61] [02:47.69]Tracing footprints to the shore [02:51.67]They lead into the ocean [02:56.05]Where the horror waits no more [03:00.57]In its place waits utter devotion [03:04.61] [03:05.17]A breach in the bow would allow the craft to sink again [03:13.60]Reaching down to tear the wings from the crow conquered in complete [03:31.21] [03:41.04]Experience a transformation both of body and of mind [03:49.70]Rearrange the constellations and define the undefined [03:58.06] [03:58.22]Solo [04:34.02] [04:34.22]The returned speaks in tongues once bewildering [04:41.58]But in its hands sit the wings and the dagger that say everything [04:47.94]Without a word it says everything [04:51.51] [04:51.64]Tore off the wings, yeah [04:54.64]To refuse its ascensions [04:58.96]There will be no second coming [05:01.36]No forces for succumbing to [05:03.90]Just a peaceful place to finally rest a head [05:07.01]The crow is dead [05:08.98] [05:09.05]Tore off the wings, yeah [05:12.15]To refuse its ascensions [05:16.42]There will be no second coming [05:18.93]No forces for succumbing to [05:21.11]Just a peaceful place to finally rest a head [05:24.46]The crow is dead [05:27.30] [05:35.65](At the end of its life) [05:38.29] [05:43.79]Go back to sleep [05:46.51]The sun is finally setting [05:49.98]And you can rest your weary head [05:54.87]For now [05:58.48]