Knives to the Future

We’ve come too far

Too far to turn back

Made our peace

Our peace with the dead past

We wield our knives in the face of the future

Tasting the fruit of our retribution

Turn and face

The face of your history

Turn and face

The face of your memory

Are we defined by all that we ruined?

Or are we a hint of what we will become?

No retreat

There’s nothing behind me

We have no choice

We’ll never surrender

No retreat

There’s nothing behind me

We have no choice

We’re never surrendering

Taste of the blood

The blood of communion

Taste of the flesh

Gone not forgotten

We stand in the throes of our pioneers

Wielding the arms forged from the frontier

Turn and face

The face of your history

Turn and face

The face of your memory

Are we defined by all that we ruined?

Or are we a hint of all that we will become?

We’ve come too far

To turn back now