Kept warm by the light of the lantern Lost sight of everything tonight My presence blacken their patterns A pock in the healthy and calm
Their scorn behind your back No trace of reverence left My promise would put them down Immemorial fire in their eyes I would perish at the given signal
At the slightest touch from my soul Tainted prophet in flesh For all the plagued and lost
Desicion in stalemate Surprised me with it's voice Dripping sin Dare to feel death at hand Through the forest came the morn Across the leafy pathway
Their deeds smeared in blood The council of the cross For all to behold The pest through the air Must have sensed my coming Lashing out at the poor With despise for squalor
Fading time to leave from here In pallor escape from the end I turned away my eyes She would be safe and firm And less to fulfill my task Nothing of this is in vain And saved from the pastTaken away from stifling grace
