His Name Was Bishop

When the dawn breaks, the stench of the crawling fills

Ridden with an intense howling and corpse

So familiar but not my own

This is the difference between you and I

We are the captive fighters

But coughs muscle stronger, stronger than shit

And when the chalice drops not with a thud but a pull

Because I saw the gates, I saw the gates

And they're guarded by a greedy shield and the most carnal of edge

This is the difference, you left on your own

So full on, what have you done?

You traded the chains and bought yourself a new crown

Now there are no pawns, now there are no pawns

And let's reveal the knives of the angelfall

Make calves, feed father

Bishop

His heart from the cloth has not touched

And we share that familiar thirst

Bishop

Mouths wet with the thought of meat

To charity's, but will it quench?

Because it never does

Our crests are the same but it's a lie when you wear it

It's a lie when the chain from the drops a lure

And you, the captive fighter with victory off your tongue

That's what you did when you made your own crown

That's what you did

The weak looked up, looked up to you

But you wore your own crown

You fool

Let it be known that this war will not be won

Without fire, without loss, and without a fight