Talon's Grasp Lyrics - Front Line Assembly

in talon's grasp 

a serpent coiled 

the curse of crow 

in accent hoarse 

drawn to despair 

orchard of bone 

doomed to endure 

the woven word 

all ears incline 

dread me inspire 

eternal fire 

that inward burns 

dare we descend? 

this drama dire 

these cursed words 

of labored phrase 

immersed in verse 

so fate decrees 

eternal flame 

we ever reign 

in tempest torn 

the stress of storm 

with horns of scorn 

the black air scourged