....and The Night Cries In Return

Night sees the fallen and bloodshed that takes away
The crying eyes of tradition and it's valor
Brandish weapons so steel can lead the way
One against the other, won't take these feelings away
Lost within the looking glass
It becomes one of the hour
Time has become a helpless slave
To the rhythm of the falling grains
Sandy dunes of explanation blow to the other side of reason
Escape the tidex of virtue
For they know not the needs of the human heart
And of the sky, it becomes a canopy of the loud and leather wings
The moon hath cast a shadow, blood red upon the beach of better things
The calender beseeches them to enter dusk with a breath of freedom
And the night cries in return
A bitter concern for the reckless youth
In every age there lives a villain to be sure
How far were we from my imagination?
If there shall be passion in my venom
And truth in my lover's eyes
Then a reign in evil I shall see, and paradise between my thighs
There must have been some other way, without the history
And conquest plays, a dagger to the bitter back of reason
Drones of bravery loose all they have gained
Worthy if risked in the glowing face of treason
For they have endured the hardships of a new and vile belief
Eating and drinking of the zodiac delusions, innocent, fair, but forewarned
Star crossed lovers break free of this torment
Elude the guards of the past regime
Off to the east toward the howling wolves of dawn
For in their flame, there is a brightness with purpose, simple and pure
It shall exist now and forever, solely for them and for their pleasure
Bringer of light illuminate, the path they walk with a peaceful grin
Lost in a burning, they drift into yearning their hearts will sustain them in
Sin
...For sin will always see you home