When the Vultures Have Left

And over my shoulder you see,

The glistening sway of a scythe

For time the silver will dim, and the leap we are

Taking heads held high, upright

And I who would come when you want,

Walk through fire any nook or clime

A chill breeze swirls the leaves as we go

The old iron bell roars as it forebodingly chimes

Fringe of the lid

Walk through the grid

Lonely, I'll angels only

Accompany us, down we go

To our death

And the fear and the guilt come to pass,

But emotions ache, bursting inside

For the oath that we once swore in blood,

Idiots and unknowingly tyrants abide

And dark days with gloom and despair,

The seals - taste the bitter woe seven

A release for agonizing cold,

For the worms and the hallowing

Emptiness of heaven

Like shadows blinds the light

When the vultures have left

Light to a moth

Whip lust for a froth

Turns to ashes

The grinding of gears swallows all

When the vultures have left

And over my shoulder you see,

The glistening sway of a scythe

For time the silver will dim, and the leap we are

Taking, the end of beginning in sight

Dismal tarns and pools,

Where wretch and the cruel

Wear our tears as jewels

Aghast as we go, aghast of the past

And a Death