Memories made with a fleeting wind
time retracts the years do rescind
fortune bursts open a freedom begins
A walk in the woods taught me how
to relax, to be calm when I am at a crossroad with a choice somewhat shallow, enjoy the peace and quiet of the rain drenched meadow
darkened ghosts trail the way of my will, holding me back to pass my shadow still
talons tear at my shoulder with the light of the moonlit shrill
An eruption has begun run and hide from the ashes or stay behind to suffer the lashes, burnt from an ambush of moltened rock fire, lay down a life for a wanton desire
forgive my confusion, where from I came?
It is not important to the wicked seed It's always the bloody same
for the Devils need to feed on a tattered remain, the Devils need to feed is what keeps them all sane.
