Empire Theory - Tides Of Man

And so his epic began

With the touch of pen to paper

Had he forfeit liberty?

Was equality greater?

Oh…

His blameless head

His blameless head

And what of my tale?

Would it ever be sung?

Could I live through the war?

To spill the words from my tongue?

Or would we both end up dead?

Would we both end up dead?

Was it worse to bid farewell than to watch him fall?

Was his life worth ten others, ten others

Killed with merciless gail?

We’d learn to paint the sands red

We’d learn to paint them red

Would my hand be steady now

To commit, to commit this awful task?

We’d learn to paint the sands red

Spew forward heated shells

From the trigger, from the trigger in my grasp

We’d learn to paint the sands red

His blameless head

Would we both end up dead?

We’d learn to paint the sands red