An Angel weeps
beneath a wall of clay...

Dark and shadowed
hang wisps of dust in the gloom...

A precious joining
A spark conceived...

Someone took a snort last week
felt the lift inside...

Lady of the Fallen Army
Hark you to the Herald's call...

Where will I turn
If the soul must wander...

On Vellum pages are words
hewn by blood stained quills...

Take a Spring day...when it comes
where flowers bloom to face the Sun...

On a shattered line of crosses
We piled our hatred high...

Beneath the Hanging Stone
Eyes cast across the waters...

Weapons gleam in rows
We crouch at whim of crowns...

Will you stand here
Where the blood vows given...