Thorns - Demon Hunter

Bitter thoughts became your every waking breath

Save the nights your hollow dreams revealed

The sweet release of death

In your thoughts you played a symphony of self

But your soul had bled a darker

Song of close to nothing left

Oh The deliverance of blade and flame

Your love

And greater is the blood

You find it in the veil of night where solitude is born

In the emptiness of broken flesh

At the mercy of the thorns

You find it in the veil of night where solitude is born

In the emptiness of broken flesh

At the mercy of the thorns

Every line a path into an empty heart

Where the words of now forgotten

Love fall silent in the dark

Oh The deliverance of blade and flame

Your love

And greater is the blood

You'll find it in the veil of night

Where solitude is born

In the emptiness of broken flesh

At the mercy of the thorns

You'll find it in the veil of night

Where solitude is born

In the emptiness of broken flesh

At the mercy of the thorns

Sister don't you sleep through your own eulogy

Don't sever what you are for what you couldn't be

You'll find it in the veil of night

Where solitude is born

In the emptiness of broken flesh

At the mercy of the thorns

You'll find it in the veil of night

Where solitude is born

In the emptiness of broken flesh

At the mercy of the thorns

You'll find it in the veil of night

Where solitude is born

In the emptiness of broken flesh

At the mercy of the thorns

You'll find it in the veil of night

Where solitude is born

In the emptiness of broken flesh

At the mercy of the thorns