The Dark Times

Walking through veils left in the mist

As if no more the sands of time the sun kissed

A widowed mother standing by her corpse

Shadowing the coming apocalypse

 

Here we stand against darkening skies

Awaiting fate that spews forth her spears

The hands of time in their death throes

The widowed mother rents her woes

 

Dying in the blood of a thousand sinners

We leave this world in disarray

Falling through the cosmic lives

To burn in distant fires

Clinging to wasted beliefs and burnt stone

Our feet naked upon the black ashes of empires

We walk the path of the dead

We awake when there’s none to live

Wake in the land of the beyond

We kill those thoughts that sprout up

Here those martyrs once fought

For distant horizons we once sought

The widowed mother has no tears

For a world that harboured all her fears

Crying is a broken man’s soul

Depression comes like a black hole

Standing beside the widowed mother

As she runs her hand across her dead son’s face

The angels of heaven have descended to hell

There’s not one standing where we all fell

What do we leave behind for our children

But the thorns and ashes in our garden

What did we learn from our fathers

But to sin at the altar as the storm gathers

Here we walk those paths of sorrow

Gone is our today and tomorrow

All we ever had were yesterdays

The burning of our souls bares hollow

What will our children inherit but a blackened earth

What will our trades earn in this world of lies

Why is sadness and pity all around those I see

When we live to fight against the rising sea

Death comes to us all in dreams and reality

When day and dream unite we are one

Drinking from within our blood is dry

Breaking from within our bones cry

The widowed mother walks in silent shades

Contemplating the world that has left her wading

Through the tidal waters of humanity, shading our tomb

Before her in the dust lie the footprints of her womb

In the light we bring the dark

In the night we bring astral romances

Across falling worlds we murder thought

Our days with blackened fever is fraught

Will we go in heroic feuds?

Or watch as we die a coward’s death

Mankind alone can answer for its fate

Will we ride the storm before it’s too late?

In fields of gray our skies lie obscured

The sound of thunder lost in the falling rain

Of an empire so mighty that it crumbled from within

In fields of gray our skies will not lighten

We carry the burdens of life’s misfortunes

But then aren’t we soldiers of fortune?

Hand in hand we meet the coming end

A last sign of our stand we must send

Here today and gone tomorrow

We burn our graves through the nights

To live in eternal fights

Beyond the human mind