Battle Wounds Pt.1 - The Brimstone Epitaph - With Faith Or Flames

As night turns into morning, our cries will fill the air 
we will not stand for persecution of our true birthright 
the swords will clash with thunder, their sheilds will bend and break 
they have no right to cast us into the realm of idols 

you are the ones who claim to bow to no outside influence 
and yet you are the first to wear your precious uniform 
you banish all who fail to fall within your certain limits 
all while you declare you will absolutely not conform 

but you do conform 

as brothers we ride into to realm of despair 
come stand by my side and you will surely be spared 

attacks are closing in 
we are surrounded now 
the battle rages on 
our spirits will not foul 

alright! we can use their own weapons against them 
c'mon! they don't know what we are capable of 

as day turns into darkness, the fight continues on 
it seems as though they won't accept us for what we are 
and so our sheilds are mounted, our hearts stand in defense 
as we seek not to conquer but only to live in peace 

as brothers we ride into the realm of despair 
come stand by my side and you will surely be spared 

despite our true convictions, this is not our crusade 
enlightenment is our means, you fear we will enslave 

to those who stand against us 
lend me your ear 
I bring a word of hope 
not a display of fear 

we will never surrender our sacred vows 
we will never resign, we will never be forced to bow 

to those who stand against us 
lend me your ear 
I bring a word of hope 
not a display of fear