And over my shoulder you see, <br />
The glistening sway of a scythe<br />
For time the silver will dim, and the leap we are<br />
Taking heads held high, upright<br />
And I who would come when you want, <br />
Walk through fire any nook or clime<br />
A chill breeze swirls the leaves as we go<br />
The old iron bell roars as it forebodingly chimes<br />
<br />
Fringe of the lid<br />
Walk through the grid<br />
Lonely, I'll angels only<br />
Accompany us, down we go<br />
To our death<br />
<br />
And the fear and the guilt come to pass, <br />
But emotions ache, bursting inside<br />
For the oath that we once swore in blood, <br />
Idiots and unknowingly tyrants abide<br />
And dark days with gloom and despair, <br />
The seals - taste the bitter woe seven<br />
A release for agonizing cold, <br />
For the worms and the hallowing<br />
Emptiness of heaven<br />
<br />
Like shadows blinds the light<br />
When the vultures have left<br />
Light to a moth<br />
Whip lust for a froth<br />
Turns to ashes<br />
The grinding of gears swallows all<br />
When the vultures have left<br />
<br />
And over my shoulder you see, <br />
The glistening sway of a scythe<br />
For time the silver will dim, and the leap we are<br />
Taking, the end of beginning in sight<br />
<br />
Dismal tarns and pools, <br />
Where wretch and the cruel<br />
Wear our tears as jewels<br />
Aghast as we go, aghast of the past<br />
And a Death