Standing on the paraapet's wall pullling At the sky
Arms stretched to the limit .reaching in vain The keeper seems to pray for rain but the fervent prayer He envokes. Pulling down the stars and soon to come
Skyfall. Nightime comes on velvet wings Summoning the other things. That haunt our dreams They shun the suns carress.
Deep within the castle's keep Things that do not sleep huddle and moan Hell's 'torment. Gnawing at their *****.
They and all clasp.fleshless palms tight And lament through each night To pull the chains begin the rain Bring about
Skyfall.
Battlements worn and washed in crimson Centuries old spirits now scream out From wordless mouth. Desires unheard..no words can bring about
Skyfall.
From steeple to walk-walk To rancid mote. To ironed gape. To dungeon deep. Where death was sleep.
North and south within the keep. Spirits weep. They cry out for S K Y F A L L