Red Wolf - Silver Snakes

Stake your claim

Commit your blood onto the coals

Wind to tidal

The ones who swore they had control

Contest the fire’s eyes

Poured their lust into a needle

Heaven help me to be afraid

Mind the wound and mind your tongue

Seven cycles to compromise

Sending ourselves out

Dead run faking

Commit your blood unto the coals

Mirror your rivals

The ones who sworethey had it all

Now the return to life

Be the Martyr

Be the fire

Be the bastard

Be the answer

Expectation

Commit your blood unto the coals

Mirror your rivals

The ones who swore they had control

Now the return to life