Sunrise over locus mortis

The dark and cold wastelands of
Grey dust softens when my downturned
Triangular teardrops covers the ground

This secret got lost to the shepherd's flock
My burning skin connects with the sands of time

And thus the holy angels appear
"Drag them through the mud"
I cried
"Instead of me"
"This is not the death I choose -
Your christian trials are wrong!"

I speak of what I want
And my heart lies therein
Blackened you say
Then black is my way

And call me an enemy
I shall only stand proud
Awaiting the rise of the darkside
Sunrise over locus mortis