Just the way I see it.


Withered Oak sun soaked
Sharing the horizon yonder
The Earth's daughter
Born of destruction
Glaring at her Father
Beaten and Burned
Alas pale knight
The wounds are fresh
No end in sight
Blackened salted seas filled with death
Sweet retribution shall be swift
When the tides swell and kiss our feet
Swaying,
Beneath the Judas Tree