The Captive Lyrics

At the spire
I am looking down at a vesper without a merciless fire
The flames azure like waters fashion, waters passion
With you I fall asunder, with you I'm falling under
You take a statues form
No movement made in the morn
Standing still hope is bludgeoned with disaster...
Brought down by the ropes of fate, the marble face shatters
Blasted in the face, no more soulless gaze
Stripped emotions
The face of bone
Give my thy hammer forged by stone and let me pulverize the skull
Crushing the face with my mace
(Chorus):
"Dark mane please abide to this old sage for he is laden with hopes of a better place. In order to survive you must listen closely or else the old maven will curse with rage."
I am in chains
I am shackled to a place where terror reigns
I'm cursed by rage
Gallop mare, away from wrought steel forged with the elder's lore
Run stallion amongst naves with the greatest haste away from these manacles weight
Never fall for its temptress ways
Through the city
And out of its gates it is deemed a treacherous day