The Flame Beneath
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The Flame Beneath
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[Verse 1]
At the edge of the harvest field
A black bell marks the hour
Your brother left with iron hands
And returned beneath the tower
[Pre-Chorus]
The river keeps its winter face
The chapel door is chained
You carry one unbroken vow
Through every name erased
[Chorus]
Dawn will not find us clean
Blood on the snow, ash in the wheat
Hold fast, hold fast, the night has teeth
If the dark takes one of us
The other becomes the flame beneath
[Verse 2]
A crown of thorns above the gate
A wolf track by the well
The old ones count the fallen stones
And know the road to hell
[Pre-Chorus]
Your hands are warm, your blade is cold
The watchfires thin and fade
But every debt the dead have made
Is waiting to be paid
[Chorus]
Dawn will not find us clean
Blood on the snow, ash in the wheat
Hold fast, hold fast, the night has teeth
If the dark takes one of us
The other becomes the flame beneath
[Bridge]
No saint will cross the frozen pass
No army hears the horn
So choose the wound that makes you stand
Choose what you guard till morn
[Final Chorus]
Dawn will not find us clean
Blood on the snow, ash in the wheat
Hold fast, hold fast, the night has teeth
If the dark takes one of us
The other becomes the flame beneath
[Outro]
When the first pale silence breaks
Speak my name into the red
Not for mercy, not for peace
For the living and the dead
At the edge of the harvest field
A black bell marks the hour
Your brother left with iron hands
And returned beneath the tower
[Pre-Chorus]
The river keeps its winter face
The chapel door is chained
You carry one unbroken vow
Through every name erased
[Chorus]
Dawn will not find us clean
Blood on the snow, ash in the wheat
Hold fast, hold fast, the night has teeth
If the dark takes one of us
The other becomes the flame beneath
[Verse 2]
A crown of thorns above the gate
A wolf track by the well
The old ones count the fallen stones
And know the road to hell
[Pre-Chorus]
Your hands are warm, your blade is cold
The watchfires thin and fade
But every debt the dead have made
Is waiting to be paid
[Chorus]
Dawn will not find us clean
Blood on the snow, ash in the wheat
Hold fast, hold fast, the night has teeth
If the dark takes one of us
The other becomes the flame beneath
[Bridge]
No saint will cross the frozen pass
No army hears the horn
So choose the wound that makes you stand
Choose what you guard till morn
[Final Chorus]
Dawn will not find us clean
Blood on the snow, ash in the wheat
Hold fast, hold fast, the night has teeth
If the dark takes one of us
The other becomes the flame beneath
[Outro]
When the first pale silence breaks
Speak my name into the red
Not for mercy, not for peace
For the living and the dead