30 April 2012
An iron sword to bring your demise, Born of power under bloody skies. Iron for strength and flesh for will, The thought of your end to all a thrill.
A burning light to shed your disguise, Despite the darkness hope survives. The alter prepared, the sun is steady, The stars are aligned and the scent is heady.
Nigh is the time the oppressed shall rise, To remove your heart and with it its lies. Sharp is the blade, its owner disowned, Fear the end and the coming unknown.
The Coming Unknown • Opuss № I