An avalanche of mischief
Masks my despair
The moon creates a portal
And I see your face there
You sit upon your throne
Watch the world in a cage
Try not to show the white flag
Your soul harbors no rage
An ocean of memories
Turns the world to stones
A snake in the grass
That covers your bones
A sacrifice clad in emotions
A mission left incomplete
A shadow in the distance
Promises defeat
Losing dignity bit by bit
But you're motionless in the cloud
Carrying a silver scythe
To make your father proud
Trouble brewing over the hill
Is enough to condemn a man
But water flowing from a cool spring
Makes tradition of the plan