The March

Lay down your arms to me Bare your throat for the sweet release I will drain your life Tempered sacrifice Now bow down for your honour Swear your devotion unto me No more self-desire Live your life, then give it all to me Now the blind shall see As they draw their final breath Take your sins and walk away March Hands bound in gracious silence A willing tool no need for violence I will turn the knife Pain will not suffice Now bow down for your honour Swear your devotion unto me No more self-desire Live your life, and give it all to me Now the blind shall see As they draw their final breath Take your sins and walk away March All through the hollow you will follow me with pride No doubt or hesitation, love will fill your eyes No second guessing no doubts lay in your way I am all knowing and to me you should give praise I am the coming of the age you wished you've known I'll swallow everything reaping what you've sewn I'll spare you nothing, smile and make my way Leave you in the dust telling yourself you'll be ok I'll spare you nothing smile and make my way I am all knowing and to me you shall give praise