Yields of Sand (Live in Valley Sound Studio) - In Mourning
Lyrics by：Tim Nedergård/Björn Pettersson
Composed by：Tim Nedergård/Björn Pettersson/Tobias Netzell/Sebastian Svalland/Joakim Strandberg Nilsson
I denied your swinging flail
Cutting through my shields
And you feel just right here
But you feel so dark
The night it's all gone
You made me weak
You made me feel like I belong
Burning rain
Falling blade
Penetrates the ground
Search for shades
Staining the skies with the blood of your hands
In darkened shapes
We're loosing all reflections
With an arrow to your broken heart
March in the fire
Fading trail
Demon tail
Cutting through the sand
Shielding hand
Burn kneel before the empress
Before the face of defiance
So treacherous
Obey deceptive are her hands
I denied your swinging flail
Cutting through my shields
And you feel just right here
But you feel so dark
The night it's all gone
You made me weak
You made me feel like I belong
Burning trails in the blackened sand
Weaving a greater escape
Hiding all that would ever be true
Beckoning grail of storms
Crushing all in its path
When the shadows fade
You will find your way
Shielding hand
Burn kneel before the empress
Before the face of defiance
So treacherous
Obey deceptive are her hands
Obey deceptive are her hands
Burn kneel before the empress
Before the face of defiance
So treacherous
Obey deceptive are her hands
Obey deceptive are her hands
