The king is born, the light-bringer.
The throne is taken.
Phoenix of black heart mortality leaving this world.
Guided with true instinct & judgement.
Their greed is buried so deep, this life is not what I desire,
When all along the sparrow had drifted.
Understanding now what has taken place.
The hand of forgiveness still cold
Because of lost time & confusion.
Nothing shown will speak forgiveness,
the pain of the last arrow forcing, driving into my spirit.
The suffering over.
Time & confusion.
Divide my inner peace.
Pain & agony send me into trances.
Waves of depression that I can't handle.
Will I make it through this?
The clouds swallow the sun & I'm spread wide open.
Your fire has baptized the skyline.
Take this scorched flesh to the maw of the beast,
crack these bones, bleed this soul, I will never be forgotten.
It's already hard enough to advance without your smile to comfort me.
As your wings spread open birthing flames we held the ashes.