Wolfgang Parker The Father, The Son

The Father, The Son Written by Wolfgang Parker, Alan Mauger, Anthony Yates I am fear, creeping through the night Priming the battles, that light up the sky Father of Children, Sword of the Pure I will find you, a knock at the door Daughter of Sinners, Unholiest of Whores Strayed from the angels that ran from the war Orphans by circumstance, cowards by choice Fools to think that I have mercy anymore