Nov 23, 2003 00:53
Far beyond these lush fields
Where the orchids dare not grow
Where the sun hemorrhages in the sky
There's a village
A village of the blind
"We see what you cannot!" they cry
But even in the darkness there lurks a shadow
As the burning soldiers stand guard
Watching the fields that their fallen have scarred
Even in the darkness there lurks a shadow
But I cannot see what it wants from me
And on the wind there's a whisper
A warning of imminent danger
Something boils in the coldest of lakes
And stirs in the tranquil evening sky
For tonight Venus did not rise
And my fears are voiced by the Raven's song