The  Seven  Braids  Of  Samson  -  Woe  Of  Tyrants

It's  bright,  the  rising  sun  is  dancing

On  the  back  of  a  saving  justice

Fusing  beads  of  sweat

He's  anointed  to  save  the  nation

Vanity  erupts  with  movement

A  movement  from  upstream

Behind  every  assertion,

lie  cryptic  warnings

A  glow  which  fills  the  mouth  of  an  Asiatic  feline

The  stance  of  poised  attack  affirming  his  pride

Embracing  assault

This  cordial  goodbye  is  written  in  blood

The  age  of  innocence  awake

Reviving  infamy  so  alive,

another  cryptic  martyr

In  place  of  where  to  hide

There's  a  narrow  path  divided

And  the  innocence  has  died

No,  we  won't  believe  this  fate

To  be  all  of  ours

There's  freedom  tonight

We  won't  believe  the  hope  is  dead,  not  this  time

Move  mountains  with  strength  not  quite  of  this  world

We  won't  believe  the  hope  is  dead,  not  this  time

Move  mountains  with  strength  not  quite  of  this  world

Nurtured  in  a  barren  womb,

a  pre  destined  potential

The  hours  growing  faster

Than  the  seed  that  is  choked  by  thorns

Now,  become  the  cryptic  martyr

And  this  potential  leader  will  fall  as  a  lesson

And  rise  as  a  hero

With  a  life  spent  seeking  demise

I'll  find  with  the  aftermath  turning  back

A  seasoned  observation

A  tainted  promise,  broken  heart,

faced  now  with  conviction

And  in  time,  we  all  fall

In  need  of  saving  answers

We're  tortured  to  light

Seeing  without  eyes

Cry  out  Samson,  see  without  eyes

Cry  out  Samson,  see  without  eyes

In  all  winds,  seek  anchor,

the  storm  will  soon  be  still