A Curious Lot - Byzantine

Now I’m free and I’m never alone

Still I heap heavy woe on the clouds

Accepted the plea to end the misery

As I shield myself from the crowds

I chisel away at the walls of my cell

That chisels so slowly at me

We are the meek who obtained the world

And vengeance we bring unto thee

I’m not afraid to die

So please unholster that hate at your side

I’m not afraid to… die

Comb the lies for admission of guilt

Now your tales hold your feet to the fire

Murderer, we are not alone

And the torches they keep growing brighter

We are the meek and vengeance we bring unto thee

We are not alone and vengeance we bring unto thee

The mark of Cain I forever bear

That was penned from the blood of three lambs

Innocence forever scrutinized

Yet life never died from these hands

From these visions I will never heal

A ghost that will haunt till the end

The scent of your wickedness fills the air

Yet from home I’m forever damned

I’m not afraid to die

So please unholster that hate at your side

I’m not afraid to die

When you smother the truth all you foster are lies