The flame of the great chariot procession burned bright
leaving scorched ground in its wake
The goddess succeeded in her quest...
Now she chants
soon we dance
As the drink of life dignifies the death...
Into the night...
Tides of sand wash upon wicked our souls...
transgressions never forgiven
Animated dead treasure sacrifice...
Gold to rust
Flesh to dust
Harvest the dead of unseeing eyes...
Iniquity giving the order to kill
trampled the fertile fields of time
Defiled Diana in her very hour
let it be done unto the land
Surely we are the impure...
Returning of the unveilable offering
a leopardess upon us with rage
for years of exile in the Temple...
She returns to seal the fate
to bar the silver gate.
Entombing the worlds of sorcery & ritual...
Into the light...
Tides of hope wash upon cleanse our souls...
transgressions now forgiven
Reborn from hunted sacrifice...
Rust to gold
Dust to mold
Return the sight to unseeing eyes...
Righteousness giving the order to forgive
plow the fertile fields of time
Renew Diana in her finest hour
let it be done unto the land
Surely we are the pure of heart...
© Jan 31, 2011 ~ DBC, Duke of the Arctic
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