These dark skies and darker lands
rolling on and on to blind cliffs
above the graveyard of the damned...
Passing doors and broken, smiling faces
until the sense that I’ve been here before
sets fire to the threshold...
What was said was an anthem screamed into heaven,
interpreted by wanton devils
wandering mundus, seeking revelation
and creating their own pastel masterpieces...
Secrets pass through these halls,
darkened by this night of waiting...
The lights are never off in that kingdom upon the hill
They shine everlasting over streets that cannot see them
and cry out for something more beyond a voice in the dark...
This is the mist that hangs over paradise
across a land where music plays without a source...
Standing together on the barren plain of night
I watched you strike a match
and bring light to this wasteland...
Point the way to paradise
The long road through sunlight.
A call in the night of silence
Lights the darkness with thought of terror
Fly the way of windstorms
Howl at the gate, passage through the wall
Voice of death calling out ‘enter’
And no dream of disobedience will come.