I see the ferry with the vestige of the vulture and the shivers run down my spine of my soul as I go to step upon this ride which the destination is already know I give my heart to the man of cloth and put my head down to accept my fate as the moments go by I hear the thunder of the torment and the sadness of my journey as I lift my head to see where I know I have failed the many people that I gave my heart to I can hear the chorus of the angels and a smile comes to my face I think to myself what have i done right in this life and as we come ever closer I hear wake up wake up and rise for you are not dead yet as the despair sinks in and my eyes open to the tragedy of the life I have lived

As I March into the battle I  can hear the blissful sound of the rain drops washing away the sins of the heavens that call me them now I see blood falling from eyes as it cascades into soul the soul that I have lost I push on to the glory that I came to seek this day as I fall to ground reaching for my brothers arm I am tossed aside by man to be greeted by deceiver who wears the clothes of man to grasp at last the fate for even the common man many days after I can see the again as I watch it wash away the tears from those could not save

I see fire in the distance glisten off lens of my eye I hear the raging tide of river is just out of reach I turn away from the fire I turn away from it all but now I all feel is the blood falling from my heart it speeds towards my feet as I begin to shake these roses around my soul so why can't I show you the beauty that I find in my soul why can't you see it when I hold to you so close is this all I mean is the thorns along its stem well I hope you finally see the crimson as I may lay dead at your feet