The Voidist - 11 - "Razorlike"

RAZORLIKE


See the foal
Pierce the tides
Messianic is the rider

A vessel of prophecy
In a slipstream

A bedouin
An alien
A revenant from the graveyard

Fleeing form the reckoning
Of the blacking sun's empire
Where the seekers of the holy mountain go

The devil's on the loose again in the country
And it's razorlike
The way temptation cuts into thee

Taken to the threshold
Of the blackin sun's empire
Where the fiery ring of evil's iris
Surround the auras


As far as I can see
These visions are in me
They made me moan and weep
They've given me life


Odyssey of lunacy
Beholden to princely children
Have mercy on poor Jude
Beware of castles in the aire
Funereal
Wintry solemn
All is blight


Through a looking glass
I've seen flags on the mast
As the galleons drift
So do the crossbones twitch
Am I loosing my grip

There's no atlas
You can't find me here
In the vast empire of the blacking sun
Where I was crowned
And sown with the seeds
Of a love that could not be grown

In the blacking sun's empire

The journey ends with my ascent
The omen set
The locust take the sky