Beneath The Blood Red Sky

Advisory to the great, before this gate
Let it be known now that heaven can wait
No longer shall I run and hide
Nor will I allow myself to be denied

Who among the humblest of men
Could hold a candle in their good hand
And betroth thy name in loves good vein

Vested be the young mans heart
Then whither here and get torn apart

Beneath the blood red sky and the foulest stench
No longer shall I wait here within this trench
Beleaguered bearer of belated news
I shall not wait for you, to curse me with the blues

No brethren beside the blood red moon in June
Shall fed from my hand with a silver spoon
Converge on me, as I know you will
There is no time for you to kill

By serpents fire and dragons breath
This is the testament bestowed upon myself

Less ye are lost and I'm deceived
No longer wipe your blood, upon my sleeve

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