When the World Was Raised
They say there can't be Heaven
Beyond Horizon's Shore
A distant light within the iris of a dog
The creature salutes the moon
Growls at the sun in all modesty
He is not a man the nightmare
From tales of olden reposing
Softly in the dying Lupus
Burning within the inferno of criticism
Lupus en Fuego: Cerberus of taiga
Heading east to homeland broken
Bid the world farewell without remorse
Fear not the Reaper rapping at the door
Rattling your skin dressed bones
You'll eat your eyes and heart shortly
Petals soft of wolf skin veining ivory
Such a high price for sleeping in the rain
Red the lunar, White the blood
Sheep gazing the earth destroying your
Floral mane of pax lupus, in death's account
Pages of the narrative flapping
Bard please cut short not the story
Tell us of Paradise and its seclusion
Harvest our blind delusion
Sown from lycomedes maw
There is no Requiem from pain
Please slay us master harpist
We dwell now for naught in purpose
Angel of Eternity spirit us away
To the blackness of our stubborn hearts
There cannot
Is not
Such
A
Fertile
Rest
As
Paradise