This Or The Apocalypse Two Wars Lyrics

Of all the wars you’ve fought,
Which one is etched along your headstone,
Bygone, remote, and cast aside?
Did you hold it in your hands
Every single night?
Did you wash them in the waters
Of a grave?
Quiet in sovereign fleet the hand that dare seize the
fire.
Struggle to sound above the piercing, echo trill of this
hapless, bloody sigh.
Stalking in this fearful symmetry the trail
Back to
The hammer, the chain, and the furnace. Slowly they will tarnish and break.
The tiger utters not his own name.
And in triumph, and in glory,
Our Earth is blackened. In solace do we sing.
I’m not ashamed.
If blood is what you ask, then
I have nothing to offer.
Your ghost is leaving; it has undone itself.
In death they do speak low into our ears,
'I’ve been waiting for this',
Unchanging.