Dawn Ray'd - Requital Lyrics

I will be a poison if I cannot be a cure
We who were so many flowers
Will become a thousand thorns
Revenge as active mourning,
For all the extinguished flames
We will launch fresh fire
At the few who are to blame
The few who hoarded everything
From us many who lost it all,
A spiteful pull
At a thread of wool
That would see the shirt now spoiled.

And if am going to burn
Then you are going to burn
For the wasting of all the world
Is a punishment you have earned.
I'll drip my blood in to spike the wine,
A kick at the wheel, and a thorn in your eye,
I will piss into the gears,
Soil their halls of work and toil,
A spiteful pull
At a thread of wool
That would see the shirt now spoiled.

The men who stole our lives
Can not be allowed to enjoy their prize,
A spiteful pull
At a thread of wool
Will see the shirt now spoiled.