Love lanced two wings clipped
Seeking to control the brothers with the lovers on the run
Beholdent a silhouette burnt on the sun
When I saw the seven rays of raise above
Everybody sing
Thunderous wondrous tragedy
Absolved in a personal mythology
Bells ring a song of grace
Squabble fights & second sights & holding amongst men & women
For when the ending is in sight the beginning comes again
Thinking holding holy thoughts
Hold up to the light
The only thing that can hold me down the scream of second sight
When the waning of the winter in the summer springs my love
And the goddess of the infant in the temple isn't judged
I swear by all I've seen here that I swear to god I'll die
The forgotten gods of winter inching towards the sun
Floating up the ridges 'til spring has come again
The children aren't breeding if the parents hold their dreams
The south is slowly bleeding there's nothing up my sleeve
If you can't hold the screen up
And you can't hold the flies
A certain kind of mysticism never felt so right
Sometimes I can barely see it
And sometimes hold in dreams
When I start to think about it
Something seems to scream
Out loud
Dragged through a charade
Down worn streets of cobblestone
A witch The Beast the congregents screamed
Heathen burn him
Onto the pyre
Blood soaked breath all but expired
Death nerve hand bound to a smoldering fire
Gramha
The prisoner screamed
Suddenly a peace of mind
As the voice
Of Gramha
Through our hero
Speaks as she dies
And it says
Signify my undying light
As the sun sets upon me
Death nerve fires as the soul aspires
To dissolve in Love/Nothing/Fear