A Father’s Arms Miracle of Sound

In the arms of the father
In the arms of the father

In my frozen spirit
Is a chaos quenched in cold
Still smouldering in the ashes of my soul
On the hunt relive it
For the cub must learn his role
To clench all the reckless rage into control

Steel and rags are covering the shame

In the arms of the father
Marks of a history
Old tales on the water
Cold affinity
In the arms of the father
Scars of a past concealed
In the cracks in the armour
Brands of regret beneath the steel

In the steps and stories
These lessons must be learned
I bear the resent of sorrow in return

Gods and titans shudder at the name