Where the Winter Beats Incessant
Will they know of majesty
of beauty held in dream-dead sleep
and scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?
Will their "god" of bridled love
assuage our rule from planes above
or shrink in fear from Chaos roused for war?
Wrest askew the nails
that have held you, lurking deep
September prayers are waning
burn the shrines of fettered sheep
Spearhead the insurrection
of a world that seeks no end
"We are what we are, what we shall be, again..."