Wednesday, February 3, 2016


Domes of light, falling apart from this sky
rises up in the heavens, the gods glorify
In the drenched town, we live in fear
its red river, soaking wet with tear

A day away, the night awakes in ruins
tiny glittering stars and dark coffins
Shining red river chimes in shivers
the town mourns slow in whispers

And the black day prepares, waits
the gods and the town in its ruins
Lights killed and exiled from heavens
the glory fades and the town awakes

A fire rises, and the red river shines
the town relieves from the chains
Chains of heavens and gods and glory
chains of freedom fading in a story.