Wrists of Kings Lyrics

Now your
blood travels
through the
veins of our history
It bursts
forth in
boiling black clouds
from the wrists of kings

The shadow lengthens as
time draws on its tendrils
creep into mythic cracks,
blending with the light of day
We see it
now before us,
but even
so we cannot

read the lies
between the lines
[Bring them nothing
they have
made it's way
the nights]