As you turn and trap me in the lidded gaze
of eyes torn to a cold and searing rage
I stand transfixed and muted
Here in the gloom of your shadow cast
on the fretted edges of my soul
I see red roses bleed in the wind
caught in Moonlight's hard sheen
and the shingles dance in waves
frenzied as you pass
And dirges born in the shadow of graves
keen through unholy portals
A chain of crosses line a cobbled road
and dead figures dance in the wind
The bleak legacy of a Tyrant's rule
Will I see your eyes again
Blood red in a morning glare
Will I howl aloud at these blazing orbs
as you offer another benediction
for the tattered stain of my pain
Words cold from your lips
split my tired senses with ice
Exhortations drawn from the wild
crash in these waves of sorrow
Will you take the last blood given
in a final appeasing offer
or demand the last given breath
of a body riven and spent
in a hard and cold act of obediance
Will you hold high the Mask of your past
to acolytes in mute prostration
Will you hold their broken souls in fetters
to sate your hunger for anguish and despair
Vultures circle over corpse strewn fields
where the taste of blood hangs
With chains of bone you hold pain
and watch this land of desolation
In darkness you stand alone
Casting the wild stones of death
on a land sorely tarnished
And I sinking to kneel...I weep
Watching the believers adoring
this wretched spawn of a bitter womb
