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