The Edge of My Blade - Seventh Wonder

He came from the mountains up north

And the memory remains

Like blood on my sleeve

That won’t go away

A man from the mountains up north

He ripped of a smile

From this little boys face

When you went away

A little spark grew

And the art of hating you

Hold me father

Embrace me with your ever smile

Sole survivor

And shine upon me like a star

Fear me pagan

As I am coming to end your list

The son of a murdered father lives inside of me

So bow for me pagan

And in heaven I write your name

And may the color remind me of life once again

As it pours from the edge of my blade

A feeling still fresh in my memory

When you closed his eyes

You took out my light as well

Turned heaven to hell

I swore on my family name

I swore I would find him and treat him the same

But I get no peace

My heart can not rest

Until my work here is done

So hear me father

Once again I am talking to you

No need to bother

I must do what I’m destined to do

I’ve killed you in so many ways

Since the day I saw you in the haze

I’ve been trying to sleep

But it’s hard to do

When the ravens are

In my head

Why, father?

Why didn’t my pain go away

I am back

And I’ll sleep

With my conscience tonight

I traveled far away from home

I traveled over waters

Just to send him right where he belong

The black ravens showed me the way