On Poisoned Ground - Cloak

Can you hear the roaring thunder

That cracks the heavens' skies?

To unleash the blazing fury

Of the ancient looming fires

To sear the throat that sings

Of tranquility and bliss

No choir will sing tonight

But behold the cries

Of strangled hope

For no love can match

The beauty of despair

No light shines here

Can you hear the graceful

Of the old and cunning snake?

Which

Even the purest cannot break

May your desires fill the hearts

Of the holiest of men

The fire that burns the flesh

The sound of earthly cries

The void beneath the void

The face of wrath divine

Come, come read

one of holy demise

Bring on the poison crown

For death still lies

No choir will sing tonight

But behold the cries

Of strangled hope

For no love can match

The beauty of despair

No light shines here