I come to you at the edge of time to restore the life
I have crippled in my self-serving quest for vengeance
Incalculable disdain
For the one who holds thine rusted keys
What is it that I've done
Transformed a breathing meadow into that wasteland
In which I have sat in my dreams
It rose yellow with the sun and green with its stay
The fields held the brightest of days and blackest of nights
The land where life flourished without poison, without pain
The echoes of crying mothers now spit back in vain
Will you hear me as I lay out the scripts of misshapen benevolence
Forever lost
You could never understand the weight of loss that haunts the soil
Into the trees and down the canyons
Hear the young weep to return home
Hear the mothers cry into the sky
Hear the fathers howl through the trees
Hear the kings scream for their land
Chant for blood
The blood of the ram
The blood that will return the fur to the grass
To the hills and to the mountain tops
Where the birds may fly once again
Where the lions may reign and deer sleep silent in flora
Rise forth into your home, for it is done
Reclaim your land and reap immortality from thy flesh
Born of dying fear
I still wait for the sun
