Never ending patterns bring us down
So help me God, if you don’t look around
We bite our tongues and try to hold our own
Searching for solace all in the unknown

And I don’t want to be sorry for holding my own
I am arming myself, warning bell
Here I come, no mercy, I’m not sorry 
For what is to come
Here I come

With claws of fury I am on the prowl
In search of pride lost, seeping underground
Biting my tongue, eager to bring you down
Evil undertows foreign to you now

And I am not sorry for clutching my own
Welcome me, armed I’m here, return what is so near
To you dear, do not fear, gentle nature unravels 
Untangle yourself from the web you have spun
Before I run

No, you can’t run from what lies within yourself
Your pores could never sweat enough
So don’t you think I didn’t warn you dear, the bell was rung
Prepare to receive what you deserve

It ends now, your reign is over, time to find the sun
It’s time for an era of peace
No more time for callous tongues, the war has been won
We’ll find solace in peace
The bell has been rung


Warning Bell

Nyx Anova