From what you can't show or say a word
the beasts of wrath, o' massive herds
to speak my lies dense like lead
the eagles wings no longer spread
but curl inwards out of fear
for my fate it stays cracked, unclear
no word, no sound, no damnable scream.
A silence so eerie, madness in dreams.
O' beasts of wrath, allow me serendipity
try to treat it with a hint of civility
at the behest of powers that be
to be locked away without a key.
O' beasts of wrath.