From Grace to Tragedy

Deepest dark dreams leak through the phantasmagorian haze

a pearl of condensed fear bedews her restless face

those dreams that tell of crippled voices

they always will return

to torture, to remind

to rage forth and to burn

fools.. yet fools they are

and their vanity seals the coming of the other savior

so dulled are their senses

but whom will they serve

when the king of jews once fades..?

so I sit and linger in the forests and on the glades

..and I dream of the crippled voices

words of pure sadness

reach my ear to exile me into searing madness

the infant that they once adored

became one with their frenzy

extolling the insidious lord

Hypocrite cloaked with a bloodstained halo

You told of the bliss

The realm of heart and no dismiss

nailed to her flesh by mans insistence

and no chorals, no praises

await thee christian prince

thy reign finally ends

You just stare and bleed

and no comforting words leave thy lips..

The soil awakens from endless slumber

and still thy slaves rape her with bliss

as earth shatters in furious wrath

they find themselves in awe of the abyss

it is the oldest fever

that comes from the depths of this endless breach

to cleanse the world of her torturing memories

wounded, mangled

an image of god, once blind, now can see..

the repercussion of their spiteful deeds

and a shepherd without words to lead

They will remain for all eternity

on the brink from grace to tragedy