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