Khemmis Beneath The Scythe
Revealed at night
Bristling with psychic vision
The shadow stalking me
Has caught the scent of other victims
In durum fields he takes them
Beneath the scythe he breaks them
Where fathers kneel
Performing rites that make him real
Be my walls in the frames of my mind
You're my shelter from the rain
This armor curled cuts the flesh away
Stealing fire from my heart
Amidst a flowing, golden ocean
Under thе harvest moon
That figure, facelеss, watching
Wreathed in silence, poisoning the womb
Be my walls in the frames of my mind
You're my shelter from the rain
This armor curled cuts the flesh away
Stealing fire from my heart
So many years ago
The child now fades
But repeats in my bones
The bargains I've made
To conceal the pain
The memory cries at the door
Longing just to be whole
In twilight shades
