Dark Horse

Covet eye, a scar but empty Wounded warrior fool And blaze of indignation Why does it have to be you? Shoulder arcs, dagger turns Eclipsing sun to plunge Flag above the zeitgeist Hand and palm will draw near into Amalgamation Spire is gone, it is falling This is reckoning Phantom strides inside the mind Blade clashes in the glade And I'm the specter wound by a mark Bit by thy name When you hold to my Eden To your angel's gaze Shoulder arcs, dagger turns Eclipse the sun to plunge High above the steeple Hand and palm will draw near into Amalgamation Spire is gone, thunder and rage This is reckoning Phantom strides inside the mind Blade clashes in the glade And I'm the specter wound by a mark Bit by thy name When you hold to my Eden To your angel's gaze