As wound opens in flesh
screams for glory
Such spears pierce
The rusted, poisoned shackles
Tie wrists to the eyes
A barbed wire noose
Bound to the soul
And proverbial victory spoiled the vanquished
In AbsentiaAs wound opens in flesh screams for glory Such spears pierce The rusted, poisoned shackles Tie wrists to the eyes A barbed wire noose Bound to the soul And proverbial victory spoiled the vanquished |