Clarion Call (Early Demo) Lyrics

Red velvet curtains

Absorbing your dust

You shake off your clothes

Compounded by lust

In constant disdain

Although, all in all

It's just your clarion call

Scepter and crown

Held close to her breast

The talk of the town

Fuels self-interest

Her mark of Cain, her self-detest

You hated her withering woe

Reading your passage

Your phrases repeat

The blood from your hands

Soaks into your feet

You made an attempt, you start to deform

And no one is safe from the storm

Your words are cuneiform

And no one is safe from the storm

Your words are cuneiform

And no one is safe from the storm

Your words are cuneiform

And no one is safe from the storm

Your words are cuneiform

Dry off your old uniform

That's the wrong answer

To the question

But I'll endure