Chapter 4 Lyrics - Blind The Huntsmen

Days of vivid grace and 

Days of gratitude 

Abound for this brave and valiant child but she 

Stays in the sidelines and 

Stays in the bitter shade of 

Safety where her gift remains unused 

Done with waiting and 

Simply speculating what's 

Done in battle 

Against tyranny of kings 

Gone are times to pray 

To play the prey 

Gone are wishes for the 

Times to change, it's time to 

Paint the fields (of oppression) 

With crimson blood of invasive transgression 

Face the time to separate 

The good from shadows 

By the head that bears the eyes in white 

From the void in the abyss 

To pastures of the earth 

The white eyed child will drain their souls of plight 

Planning with her guardian and 

Plotting with her kind protector 

Her silent inauguration into battle 

Waiting for the opportune 

Moment for her rise to 

Valor and glory 

The ink to her story 

Brace for the chosen one who sees in darkness 

Face the time to eradicate 

The shadows from the good 

By the head that bears the will to fight 

From the void in the abyss 

To the shores of battle 

The white eyed warrior will drain their souls of plight 

And has come shining through the night 

The shine under the sun 

Of blood of justice flares 

The battle has begun 

Against the shadows' glares 

Hiding past the leader's view 

She takes her place and awaits her cue 

To spring to action and pull the arrow 

That will show the world the tyrant's marrow 

She nocks in preparation 

But behind him stands the attestation 

Of a towering shadow of desperation 

His master, the impersonation of hate 

The root of his evil pulls on its strings 

Attached to the veins of tyrannical kings 

Played like a puppet, devoid of their reign 

Forever in hands of the impersonation of pain 

The sight of one who has lost all control 

Begs the beholder for an end 

Calls for the death of his poisonous soul 

One much too tainted and broken to mend 

The eyes of the tyrant have long since died 

The fangs of the culprit dig deeper inside 

This torture of souls must now desist 

The stakes are too high for this arrow to be missed 

It's time to breathe, nock, pull, aim, and FIRE 

The tyrant has been slain 

The Huntsmen's throne has White Eyes reign 

Grace the time to celebrate 

The fearless conquest 

By the head that bears the crown of light 

From the void in the abyss 

To gates of victory 

The white eyed savior has drained their souls of plight 

And has come shining through the night