[Verse] A throne holds a spent God in the shadows The blade still sings where the rivers flow Convulsing truths carved in skine and stone His blooded robes seeds to the unknown [Chorus] Mother earth rises from the scarlet stream Her hands weave threads from her fractured dream His relief on her chest in the earth's own guise A life be born under the reddened skies [Verse 2] The sling blade rests where the king did fall A silent echo through a broken hall His story ends but hers takes root In fertile soil She plants the fruit [A sad, disjointed & fuzzy lead guitar solo goes here] [Bridge] Their bloody hands sculpt a sacred art From a violent ending to a beating heart She breathes in the wind and claims her crown A cycle turns as the sun burns down [Chorus] Mother earth rises from the scarlet stream Her hands weave threads from her fractured dream His relief on her chest in the earth's own guise A life be born under the reddened skies [Verse 3] The king's last breath still haunts the air And life's new cry silent despair From a broken home to mother leaving Too Nomadics kidnap the gift from her womb [Verse 4] They hang him from his umbilical chord They pound at him with stone & sword Higher & higher they makes the flames And finally throw him to the blaze [Chorus] Mother earth ravaged by nomadic thieves Her beauty mudered like a fractured dream Her son now beaten deep in the ground And they both die with the rose red sky_
