[Lyric] Track 01 (Warren of Ohms)

When the roots have been tainted
And branches begin to decay
No longer will there be a perch
For the birds to sit upon and sing

O' father

I will find a way to save you
I'll tear the cancer from your limbs
And take it for myself
And when the leaves envelop me
Let them bury the scars
Of a boy whose wings
Were not fit to be king

Just take my hand
I'll find a way
To tear the cancer from your limbs
And take it for myself
Just take my hand