King of Days

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 death 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 death 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