All blue skies will turn to gray
Cloaking ballads of fools
Silence haunting a night once day
Dead names swim of pools
An ode to fear
A faith that’s gone in disarray
I taste your tears
They want which once was casted play
Follow your word
Call on your lord
Search for your king
Vain do you bleed
Shame is your sword
Folly a dream
Of all your self indulgence
These are not worth crying souls
Establishing transcendence
When you chalice cup of old
Faithfully stand
He is done of you
Reaving the crème of your womb
Taking hastily,
your pride runs fade
The vice, longing you scarce
You still believe it
And board these seas in eighty dreams
When fate revealeth
A tyrants judgment flame be deemed
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