My Mortal Frame…

Within the narrow perils of my soul,

Whatever is keeping up my mortal frame,

I wait patiently for strength, love, and freedom,

From the shadows of my awaiting crow,

Whatever death holds in its immortal cage,

I linger in these wall's of stone, my castle, my kingdom.

The silent sky whispers the glory of past, to the God's I pray, that I breathe once more;

But, from land to land, bodies will be slayed, and tears will wash up on crimson shores,

The battle cry screams out into the night, shattering the moon as it dances over me,

Flakes from the wounded fall, landing on the shoulder's of giants awaiting to be free.

As I lay here under thunderous clouds,

My mortal frame buried under soil mound,

As I sacrificed life to a violin death,

My mortal frame lives without breath.

My mortal frame,

My mortal frame...