Why can’t the shadows give us answers?
Victory Over the Dead
Row upon row of carven wax faces In legion formation all out to the horizon Ready to fight a war against the hand that holds the scalpel…
The World Cries Out
The world spins in chaos and defiance Armageddon on the horizon, yet the day dawns anyway Fields of war rumble as the hordes approach And even the king rides out this night to battle.
The horizon rises before me. A black mass approaches Rushing forth to smother all Drown out the light Ignore the cries of those beneath. Always onward, never back Tide of evil and winds of ice Howling across a barren moor. Ships of the dead glide silent On a sea of change. Tattered flags unfurled Feel…