Harbinger Lyrics - Protest The Hero

Sleep still and silent 

Dream in stained glass scenes of violence 

Claim the song sung by the sirens 

Breathe shallow and quietly 

Stand before the corpse of the crow 

They'll call themselves hero 

Take up the blade, the blade that struck the final blow 

Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension 

There will be no reproach. There will be no reproach. There will be no redemption 

For the wicked and corrupt at the end of its life 

Only justice from the absolute with a flick of a knife 

Wicked and corrupt at the end of its life 

Only justice from the absolute with a flick of a knife 

Back to where it all began 

Tracing footprints to the shore 

They lead into the ocean 

Where the horror waits no more 

In its place waits utter devotion 

The current casting backward tells a tale of lifetime past 

The empty faces that once seemed listless have all now been recast 

But when lost in distant thoughts, a sleeping evil starts to stir 

Distracted by warm memories with vigilance relaxed 

It seemed unlikely to occur 

Tear off the wings to refuse its ascension 

There will be no reproach. There will be no reproach. There will be no redemption 

Tracing footprints to the shore 

They lead into the ocean 

Where the horror waits no more 

In its place waits utter devotion 

A breach in the bow would allow the craft to sink again 

Reaching down to tear the wings from the crow conquered in complete 

Experience a transformation both of body and of mind 

Rearrange the constellations and define the undefined 

The returned speaks in tongues once bewildering 

But in its hands sit the wings and the dagger that say everything 

Without a word it says everything 

Tore off the wings to refuse its ascension 

There will be no second coming 

No forces for succumbing to 

Just a peaceful place to final rest a head 

The crow is dead 

Tore off the wings to refuse its ascension 

There will be no second coming 

No forces for succumbing to 

Just a peaceful place to final rest a head 

The crow is dead 

Go back to sleep 

The sun is finally setting 

And you can rest your weary head for now