Would That the Trees Break

Would voice the way it falls
Broken wings and hollow eyes
Would tell the story
Would sing the song
But find it's been voiced all along
In four parts
A harmonious discord of damnation
Would present the lights
Would light the dawn
And draw the feathers from the ground
Glory-
Glory to the dead of sound-
And when-
And when we cry we scorch the ground-
Would repeat the rhymes
And hold the own
Would change the way it falls
But blood is rain
And rain is pure
Would light the darkend halls
Softly agonized and with great rebellion
Here is she...your last hellion
She'll be the one
She'll taste the blood
She'll lead the damned
She'll kill the dead
And bring the voices in your head
Would we were the dead of fire
And quest-
And quest for power-
Here is she, your own design
A bright red mark
Across a black line