Yields of Sand

I denied your swinging flail
 Cutting through my shields
 And you feel just right here
 But you feel so dark
 The night, it's all gone
 You made me weak
 You made me feel like I belong
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 Burning rain
 Falling blade
 Penetrates the ground
 Search for shades
 Staining the skies with the blood of your hands
 In darkened shapes
 We're losing all reflections
 With an arrow to your broken heart
 March in the fire
 Fading trail
 Demon tail
 Cutting through the sand
 Shielding hand
 Burn, kneel before the empress
 Before the face of defiance, so treacherous
 Obey, deceptive are her hands
 Obey, deceptive are her hands
 I denied your swinging flail
 Cutting through my shields
 And you feel just right here
 But you feel so dark
 The night, it's all gone
 You made me weak
 You made me feel like I belong
 Burning trails in the blackened sand
 Weaving a greater escape
 Hiding all that would never be true
 Beckoning grail of storms
 Crushing all in its path
 When the shadows fade, you will find your way
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 Burn, kneel before the empress
 Before the face of defiance
 So treacherous
 Obey, deceptive are her hands
 Obey, deceptive are her hands
 Burn, kneel before the empress
 Before the face of defiance
 So treacherous
 Obey, deceptive are her hands
 Obey, deceptive are her hands
 By the yields of sand
 The blood
 All will fail