Solstice The Sleeping Tyrant
Out of reach in realms beyond All light and truth the hidden son From bloodied womb father creation Narcissus high among the suns Under inanimate lakes of carrion pallor Where the weight of purity bore him down Enthroned on thorns of brimstone fury The thief of always anoints his brow Legion guide us, calvary calls Entwined in threads of earthbound lust The blood of Hubris rising (fearful) Cast him down, nay cast him out Beneath sombre forest funeral halflight And moonsoaked spires of mighty oak Titans march to summers death throes Valour gilded hearts to overthrow (The Sleeping Tyrant)