I walk alone on the banks of the river
The mud conceals my soulless fate
Buried beneath embalmed in Earth
It is forgotten, good speaks no more
I always wondered if it had meaning
Or why blood rains from above
My eyes have tempered to the glare of grey
Reflected ashes of hope once shared
The path is strained it's a darkened harness
That look of sorrow was a warning shot
Embrace the ode of the ancient allegory
Old bitter words that portend death
I wander left, dark and quiet there is no life
My eyes have tempered to the glare of grey
