(2013)
Waiting at the end of the hands th… The weather had it’s day and story… Knots tightening the gray of the d… With talk of fire coming this way The world’s been burning for far t…
She dances on the moon’s of Jupit… Casting shadows through out the st… Galaxies witnessing the grace He felt his world fall The spinning life of body
The Nest in The Black Tree Did the Sprinter make the Watch… Her gears were at God’s Speed The Clock Maker made the vessel t… The Wretch is the Nest
We were young and it seemed fine Till the day arrived at our door The wash of the Ashes were in blo… You stopped your whisper Never saying those words again
The Clock Maker’s creation The Vessel of Flesh The body of a soul It must not be taken The world will weather it down
One whose hands fall to the righte… Cloaked like smoke with shattered… All hail Brontus the War Machine Time seems filled with collapsing… Wishing Angel come back from the…
Loving faithfully the running ange… A house of the flesh was never He… Drawn lines between those broken t… The Sprinter runs with no loss no… Can this love be the Hive and the…
Once the embryo was in growth The stars promised salvation Mother of Nicho sang her lullaby Notes in minor chords Drifting in between worlds
For all the innocence they were gu… Head held low All the gone wrong The down trodden He pleads with the moons
The battle field is littered with… Alone he stands the victor The shallow graves bare no cross The kill shot had just missed her The war has just begun
Howling at the moon Young and full of lust and love Will this road hold home for good The only teller is time itself My dear Joanie made of stars come…
The Guide of the Blind He cares for his foot steps to com… Haloed his way of protection Faith in fasting this tide of then Steeped in the best of him
The order of the Watch is waiting… In this dance she smiles I embraced the time passed Together we hold each other true I see them coming
If this all breaks down again Will you fill my hour glass with s… Of all the things I cannot stand Mostly reflections of this broken… Moments standing on their hands
In the shades of bruising. I was there for your portrait The day was beginning. The frame of your face was breakin… Away like sand castles waiting for…