A deep sleep on the bed of demons
They’ve been singing to me their songs
Of forgotten ones and the deceiving
Come with me this night’s too long

Raise your finger towards the hauntings
And pray to see that moment drawn
A touch, a taste, of false forgivings
They’re here to cloak the break of dawn

Just a sniff of poison potion
And I was in their dreams to mourn
The slaughter of this slave devotion
By their very own murder norm

This would mark the spot they’d chosen
To witness the flow of blood that bleeds
Screaming metal, death goes frozen
And night demands the lighting creed

But as the sun rose from grave
Nothing was as they dreamed
The mismatch of brains and battles
As far as the eyes had seen

Scattered noises couldn’t explain
The violence of the light that gleamed
Distorted faces searched for shelter
From the horror of the holy beam

A deep sleep on the bed of demons
They’ve been singing to me their songs of queen
The one who buys a quick salvation
With her hands full of garden green

by

Amit Howard