I'll walk into the water,
To wash the blood from my feet,
My path is ever holding,
My shadows claimed release.

The sky it holds my father,
The sun recalls my soul,
The reason forgotten,
Of the lessons burned in oak.

My always wanting watchers,
They laugh and slash at my mind.
The deafening redeemer,
Lays down and feeds me time,

Death was my first companion.
It showed me life and snuffed it out.
The visions never ending.
Of the ghosts tearing through and out.

All rage in gold the flower...
Pull me in to see,
The battles break me but I am given,
To the lost lord,
Within the circle of the clarion's eye.