War of the Great City - Harlots

And not but then engulfing them again

This is the moment that we awake and refuse to ever sleep again

It is a radiance that only a few can ever touch

And it stopped the moment of my heart like the fire of a thousand suns taken

without consent

Or anesthesia can we find out god in this place and time when we are waiting to

set free

Ten tons of ten ton nails are driven by ten ton hammers moving mountains and

skies

In waves pushing outward streams pulverizing everything it stands to conquer

and so we hold these truths as proof

To all those who do not attempt to find something that cannot be destroyed

proof it can surface your true soul

Rather die than to give up and this sun that we strive than to not have these

moments in time

We must stand up and fight to create more

We are called the warriors it is woven into our souls

If this is what we create then we were bread for war fight