Valiancy Virtue Victory by Wrathblade Lyrics
Words illustrous waxing ill
Acts of "valiance" in the wicked
They may us more bliss bring
At present, not 'morrow
Captive minds below the parapet
Paupered sanity, squeezing logic
Pavid thoughts encompass deeds
Shapen for a decent future
I shan't moan to thee my lay nor shall, I croon
If I you say sooth half o' my offences shall depart from me
And light on mind fabulists and pseudologists
So purge they contempt my folk, then I'm granted to you
An audacious an optimist, resolute not grieved
Suzerain in its wake, hegemon of its kin
External impulses, wiles of greed
Shall not keep such firm hold on me, yes on me
Man is my name, my nature's unhale but I shall abide
Virtue's perfection and well I wit, I shall it pursue
Surquidry braces, envy espies, rouns to us low a humble advice
Diffidence and faintness has man at wit's end
Unceasing fight so as never to bend
Not to bend marshal! Array!
Commence attack! An inition o' the mental war
To shield us from the fiend
Ignite! Consume the fire! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Thou shalt not bow down!
Marshal! Array!
Commence attack! An inition o' the mental war
To shield us from the fiend
Ignite! Consume the fire! Burn!
Machinations spurred onward through the years
Inducement is the latch key of the mind
When enticement them oppress, galliard wights possess
The discretion whether they'll stay or go astray
Surquidry braces, envy espies, rouns to us low a humble advice
Diffidence and faintness has man at wit's end
Unceasing fight so as never to bend
Acts of "valiance" in the wicked
They may us more bliss bring
At present, not 'morrow
Captive minds below the parapet
Paupered sanity, squeezing logic
Pavid thoughts encompass deeds
Shapen for a decent future
I shan't moan to thee my lay nor shall, I croon
If I you say sooth half o' my offences shall depart from me
And light on mind fabulists and pseudologists
So purge they contempt my folk, then I'm granted to you
An audacious an optimist, resolute not grieved
Suzerain in its wake, hegemon of its kin
External impulses, wiles of greed
Shall not keep such firm hold on me, yes on me
Man is my name, my nature's unhale but I shall abide
Virtue's perfection and well I wit, I shall it pursue
Surquidry braces, envy espies, rouns to us low a humble advice
Diffidence and faintness has man at wit's end
Unceasing fight so as never to bend
Not to bend marshal! Array!
Commence attack! An inition o' the mental war
To shield us from the fiend
Ignite! Consume the fire! Burn! Burn! Burn!
Thou shalt not bow down!
Marshal! Array!
Commence attack! An inition o' the mental war
To shield us from the fiend
Ignite! Consume the fire! Burn!
Machinations spurred onward through the years
Inducement is the latch key of the mind
When enticement them oppress, galliard wights possess
The discretion whether they'll stay or go astray
Surquidry braces, envy espies, rouns to us low a humble advice
Diffidence and faintness has man at wit's end
Unceasing fight so as never to bend