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​Harbinger

This song is by Protest The Hero and appears on the album Pacific Myth (2016).

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(Sleep) 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, the corpse
The corpse of the crow
Take up the blade, the blade
That struck the final blow

Tear off the wings, yeah
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

Oh, 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 backwards 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, yeah
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, yeah
To refuse its ascensions
There will be no second coming
No forces for succumbing to
Just a peaceful place to finally rest a head
The crow is dead

Tore off the wings, yeah
To refuse its ascensions
There will be no second coming
No forces for succumbing to
Just a peaceful place to finally rest a head
The crow is dead

(At the end of its life)

Go back to sleep
The sun is finally setting
And you can rest your weary head
For now