Song Of Blood

I trod the day

All the way

An ride a night

Clutching site

Moving sway

There's a glow on the hill, way over younger

There's the blast of the guns down below

I screw the sun

Just for fun

Hiding the moon blue

Spiritually true

Mystically spawn

Perpetually new

There are robbers in the gullies, on the streets

There are wicked men sitting in the seats of judgement

I check the stars

All the scars

the wound and heal

the dread I feel

the dread I start

the dark I seal

There's a sign in the flash that slashes the night

There's the sound of the drums pounding blood gushin down

I hurt the pain

Again an again

Hole the sting

And make it sing

And make it pain

And make it ring

There are sufferers with guns moving breeze through the trees

There are people waging war in the heat and hunger of the streets