walking the dying orb of man
an empty path , blinded: fear
unable to speak the tongue of wrath
deaf to words not spoken in crowd
nameless centuries
still underneath
i am so alien to you
shut were those fragile eyes
during all these starlit nights
hearing the dying prayer
of a man
his pity words disgust me
...who are you too speak
whose mind (is) in chains
you never walked alone
tasted sour wine
warriors like me
-the wicked kind
hand of mans demise
darken spirits
asleep for so long
it is time to open our eyes |