the spiral winds beneath the glass
triple enemy circle the eyes
turn the weak tongue and silence the crows
fight the fury and to tear the wall
showed the answer by bloody red children
heroes of the blood farm war thieves
taking away the wall of tragedy
sinking sand glass in the vessel on the water
water across sand, wind through fire
lurking flood of the mortal side
zombie army in my silence
their outbreak and their outcasts
show me the answers blood red
blind eyes spill on to the pages above
writing on clouds and painting them blue
until they breath the rain
from the building with the burdened clouds
heart spills perfect shapes from droplets
the edge of darkness harnessed light
the shine on flaxen strand in the dark
aside my soul the troubled enemy