Blak River

It's not about good or evil
Per se
It's about power
The oldest kind
The only type that really matters
Those who have it
Those who desire
It's about greed and lies
Ice and fire
And envy above all other
It's not just about good and evil
It's about power
And…
Like an angry dragon
I can hear the Blak River
Shout and shiver
Warrior, warrior
It's about power
I want it all

Beyond the deceit
Above the watery scaled-filled street
Reflecting on so-called ties
Family?
Friendly?
History?
None of it means fuck all to me
Now
Guilty
That's the sole criteria
In the hungry eyes of an unforgiving killer
I can feel it 
The Blak River
Shout and shiver
Warrior, warrior
It's about ultimate power

There will be no exemption
None
From retribution
I can sense the shadow of death
Squirming and itching
In my palm
Hungering 
For the massive blood storm
And I can smell the Blak River
Roaring another song
Hunter your time has come
It's not about good and evil
It's about true power
From the distasteful pits of Bruw
to the far sides of the jaded hue
I can hear it's intrinsic
Call
The Blak River
Warrior, warrior
I want it all

It's not about good and evil
Per se
It's about power
And the course and curse
Of the
Blak River

Let it rain
Let it reign
I've got the fever

Blak River


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