The Child

No dawn shall break thy woven snare; In thine arms we know despair Upon his brow, a crown of flame— The Sun’s harsh glare, his mother’s name Take me hence, O heir to gods, To slumber deep in realms beyond Devoid of light, all heed the knell; In thy embrace, we bid farewell ‘Fore The Moon’s pale gaze Alights thy scarlet dance The night whispers secrets; Death takes us by the hand Behold the era void of dawn, Where hope is lost, forever gone Where hope is lost, forever gone His whisper chills the lifeless air— A dirge of doom, unanswered prayer All hail the King of darkened skies; Their screams, haunting me All hail the Lord where daylight dies; I plead, mercy, please! Deliver us from mortal pain; Their screams, haunting me Let shadows fall and darkness reign; I plead, Mother, please! All hail! All hail! Our grim and lightless king! All hail! All hail! In death, our voices sing! All hail! All hail! O’ Lord, we bow to thee! All hail! All hail! The land doth tremble ‘neath All hail the King, our souls to keep! Deliver us to endless sleep O’ mighty Lord of dusk and shade, In thy dark name, our faith is laid Beneath the veil of night we kneel; Our sins laid bare, the wounds unseal. For in the shadowed lands we tread, Where every whisper stirs the dead From withered roots, the blossoms will rise I come for thee, but not in spite So thou wilt not weep; Her light’s cruel flame crafted my form— In mine embrace thou wilt be reborn