Forming the shadows into lions
To wake up a sleeping. machine
Jaws of d**h arl eating Their way
Into the soul of silence
Falling stars in the universe
Cutting through heavy skies
Eyes wathing a yellow half moon
AS they swallow the silvfr blades
The burning flame of triumph
Is dying deep within the well
A limp scavenger is feeding
In the ashes of what is left
Vast land of forgtten memories
Desert black nothingness
A colourless rainbow marks the loss
The loss to a novel dawn