Onyx sword slicing hordes, vice grip on war and embellished worry tangent times
Saddest cries, we conjure black magic on those who want to live lavished lives
Brandish knives, somber of hand, saying swears and broken promises on the promised land
Yonder man, sought the sand; we hold the sheltered refugees for a conquest sand
Promised land, burrows in the sand; lost refugees of Noah's Ark
Owls of Noah's Ark, Andrew Flores, standard chorus; burning forests of righteousness
Sordid enticing than, Lord of a vice grip wind, swords that will slice your sin
Accord from a dieing wind, morbid with silent wind, chorus of silent sin
Modern times verses Roman empire, we hold the waters for a oceans fire
Tears of joy, and rain of cry's; we cry for forty days and forty days to save the night
Owls of Noah's Ark, conjure vast wisdom on pairs of people and animals
Precious from above, precious from a dove; we're dreaming with lavished souls
Snake eyes on refugee's, roll the dice for forty days and forty nights
Soul of silent fire, we wash away sins and regrets with a story's plight
Owls of Noah's Ark, embellish worry tangent times, for a schism of hollow ships
For when the shallow met the gallows, the rainbows painted a canvas ship
Owls of Noah's Ark grow into Dove's of Noah's Ark, the day is fair
For when a rainbow froliced and prospered over a ocean, doves came in pairs..