When the black doves fly
the shadows grow as they pass by...
Cloud of black, and skies of grey
Clockwork City is back to play...
I wasn't at my home that night,
and you knew where i was...
My father was slaughtered by a chastened cruel...
Wounded weary mother succumbing to her final...
I sit and wait all night long
For you to come for me...
Lifted with the gift of their seductive songs.
She drifted from the path she was surely set upon...
A cat walks out on velvet feet, an owl wings like...
A moonbeam slants through sleeping streets, mist...
A resurrection is occuring
Of my eternal faith in hate...
These tears wont stop
that are streaming down her face...
In the dark alone I sit,
with nothing but a candle lit...
In the lightened morning wood,
Stand the soldiers grand...
Walking down a path
In the middle of no where...