To The Calling Of Blood And Dreams

Look away, the morning comes, he will speak before the tortured son, infamy
Look away as the demons call, now here the vow of a desperate man.

He couldn't live with his broken heart in a dream, harder to waken on the hour's toll
Searching the sleep of the fallen brave, headed to daylight, those who prey on him
Now the whispers prey on him.

She is the woman, confessions from the priest
Just to waken the lifelong years of dark decay
He can hear she's decided not to sleep
He should thank and accept her feeble words to be.

Mindful hour won't pass him by, he believes it's just a game they play
Hiding it all, concealing her, burning the way back to the lonely road
Please be the one who knows.

He cannot hear the words that she's screaming, he cannot change the world tonight
And he fears not what he has heard in their old dreams, he knows he cannot save the world!

How can he leave this open for the burning fire
He can see her face
How in the world can he follow her naked truth
He can taste the dire
How can we count the stars of the fallen day
He can hear her voice
The connection to the garden is her soul
He can feel her pain!

If she leaves him now, the aching part of his life
If he could hold her again he would never be wrong, to the end of days
If she believes him now, the sun will return in time
And he will drag her out, out of hell, to his world, in every way.

He couldn't live with his broken heart in a dream, harder to waken on the hour's toll
Searching the sleep of the fallen brave, headed to daylight, those who prey on him
When the beautiful is his.

He cannot hear the words that she's screaming, he cannot change the world tonight
And he fears not what he has heard in their old dreams, to the calling of blood and dreams
To the calling of blood and dreams.