I feel my darkness inside rising
Grand delusions under glass ceilings
Resurrecting and repenting
Upon the black serpents head
Days of the walking dead
Nights of sleepless dreaming
Fallen angels reveling
Black designs upon the face
The earthen pressure under grace
Trace the golden ruins
Fingertips gripping tokens
Holding keys to unlock the mind
Folded creases blocked and blind
Unravel the universe through space
Only time will speak through shades
Unleash the demon unleash the beast
Released to freedom to fight and feast
Bullets in the backyards and gardens
Grinding knives hard and sharpened
Carcass flies rather than die
Born to drown in the open sky
Iron sloths spew spit and grime
Truths unveiled within their lines
Behold the lies and overcome
Under shadow and cloak of grey
Ghosts pound the beating drums
Marching unto battle into the deafened fray
Forming spectral silver streams
Slivers of sand in creases and seams
Upon the backs of cattle and sheep
The wolves out to hunt those asleep
Rendered upon the maps in X’s
The witches and hags casting hexes
In the reign of the great shower
Revered and burgeoning with power
Dumped in a distant pond
The soul of mankind
The fate of all who’ve wronged
The fires that bind
Flaming sword in hand
Gleaming shield by side
The revelation the final stand
Reaping spirits as the hooded ones ride
Finality of revolution
Lucky roll of the dice
Brought down to completion
Bathed in the blood of the Christ