At the spire,
I am looking down at a vesper
Without a merciless fire
The flames azure
Like waters fashion,
Waters passion

With you I fall asunder,
With you I'm falling under
You take a statues form,
No movement made in the morn
Standing still hope is bludgeoned
With disaster
Brought down by the ropes of fate,
The marble face shatters

Blasted in the face,
No more soulless gaze
Stripped emotions,
The face of bone,
Give me thy hammer forged by stone
And let me pulverize the skull
Crushing the face with my mace

"Dark mane,
Please abide to this old sage
For he is laden with hopes of a better place
In order to survive,
You must listen closely or else
The old maven will curse with rage"

I am in chains,
Bitter metallic blame,
Where fate guilds these shackles taking me where terror reigns,
As if I could sustain the verity that I am in
Chains

I am shackled to a place where terror reigns,
I cursed by rage
Gallop mare,
Away from wrought steel forged with the elder's lore
Run stallion amongst naves with the greatest haste
Away from these manacles weight
Never fall for it's temptress ways,
Through the City,
And out of it's gates it is deemed a treacherous day

"Dark mane,
Please abide to this old sage
For he is laden with hopes of a better place
In order to survive,
You must listen closely or else
The old maven will curse with rage"