Arc of the Arrow Lyrics

There ain't nothin' like the thrill of the hunt

The slaking of the sharpened blade

The twilight of the enemy

Calling me to an early grave

It's curtains call

I've had my final say

For tonight

We gather the blood in our veins

And avenge the remains of our shattered lives

How could we ever turn this steed around

And find the path of glory?

It's in those first few steps

That we find our rightful story

This life was never said to be easy

So slake your blade

Bind your wounds in the night

Every night after night until the night is over

When the folly of grief comes crashing down

We find our highest selves

On the path that's narrow

Cuz that's just the Arc of the Arrow

Never bending the knee

Never cry out for relief

Forever burning free

Obsessed with victory

The blood in my veins rides the storm tonight

and I strain

To find my rhythm as I glide

Across a hinterland that cries

And the Gods ever cheer for our climb

The strength of enchanted blood

Wallowing souls haunting the heights

The strength of enchanted blood

Wallowing souls haunting the heights

This life was never said to be easy

So slake your blade

Bind your wounds in the night

Every night after night until the night is over

When the folly of grief comes crashing down

We find our highest selves

On the path that's narrow

Cuz that's just the Arc of the Arrow

The Spindles spin

A Hero's hymn

A chance for fate to reclaim

A world so bleak

And dreary thin

Katabasis of the chosen one

and we fight on well into the night

Bright gleaming helms will glitter in the light

My life as an arrow

Shot from the bow of my kin

And I soar higher and higher by their good grace alone

To find my purpose through the aim of their gaze

And then to beautifully return to the earth

Exactly where they intended

There's a storm brewing in my blood

It's raising hell by the lotus that buds

The balance of the soul seems to compose

Shangri-La seems closed

Shangri-La seems closed

It's curtains call

I've had my final say

For tonight

We gather the blood in our veins

And avenge the remains of our shattered lives

How could we ever turn this steed around

And find the path of glory?

It's in those first few steps

That we find our rightful story

Find our rightful story

Find our rightful story

This life was never said to be easy

So slake your blade

Bind your wounds in the night

Every night after night until the night is over

When the folly of grief comes crashing down

We find our highest selves

On the path that's narrow

Cuz that's just the Arc of the Arrow