A man, who's soul was put away to rest that night,
awakens in disguise amongst the words embedded in the
prayers from his final vows.
Now he lies there breathless and withering from remembering
that his wounds of devoured flesh will heal today and
he will rest. For all his life in that he once reigned
but now deceased he shall be remembered.
I can't help but to think about how he lived through
this. To end his life in agony and defeat.
To seize the day upon the land he once reigned; now
buried within. Now he lies there breathless and withering
from no memories. His spirit dies but his blood lives
on. We are his children