A psychopath has found a sight
And a way to be the king of days
A rhyme without a poem
And the luster of his last ways
The angels of d**h had a right
And a cause for a sorrow to say
A mortal flight across a chasm
And on to the underworld's graves
They sail a burning sun
A war they never won
They toss the fear aside
Never to ask for pride
The spirits flights into a valley
A darkness that led them astray
An infant's eyes now open
With it a tempter, allude and betray
You know your master's leash is tight
And keeps your d**h and your children at bay
The raging maniac aware and knows
The cost of his earthly maze
They sail a burning sun
A war they never won
They toss the fear aside
Never to ask for pride