Strung along gilded hopes And dreams and visions of past There is some angel in these eyes (and the Bright) Reigned for days by spells and lies Oh, these broken, jeweled moons No no, it’s far too soon (the move) Yes, I have shed the Dark and the Shadow. And on the Straits, I crucified Her on the gallows Somewhere beyond Golgotha and Gomorrah She hung high and seaside With four others, screaming wide “HOW COULD YOU DO THIS TO ME?!” (I awake and am Woke) Perched atop the rocks in that simple Darkness She will hang there with them, for us. I have shed the Dark. O, how those scales now glisten in Bright. Now in Your stead, I reclaim the blade and span To scorch the wicked, to light the land. Visions and birthrights! Namesakes and undertakings! Claim us! Bless us! Blessed be my friends. Guide us back unto You. Lead us safely back unto Your grace and countenance. And mercy, too.