Dissecting leaves of parchment stained
Bloody trails follow bloody name
Speak your truth on holy poems
And hold you down as they soak your bones
Solemn stares peer through dusty air
1,000 throats lost in prayer
The crown was buried years ago
In 10,000 days of rust and snow
Yet, its pillar still stands firm in the mud
For us to come and drench in blood
The king of all in silent whisper
Sees the light and begins to blister
Echoed voices murmur graying myths
Words on yellowed pages fade with mist
Crypts of salt and frankincense
Miles of marble and arrogance
Cold stone chairs and pale white smoke
Cold stone stares and lips that choke
And still, bleeding knees crawl on granite stone
Over statue faces carved by bone
Long ago our laws left to fray
With forgiveness to all if you simply pray
Eat of body and drink of blood
All our money in exchange for love
With rosaries’ hung like nooses of gold
Most faithful Anodai left to rot in the cold
Screaming in squalor to obey him
Till faithfully weak chests all but caved in
Yet still, the golden kings with book in hand
Feed us the pages and devour the land
Words forever falling from mouths of red
Wrinkled expressions and bodies dead
Hands bound together towards the sky
Mindless eyes with heads held high
Silence but now for you will see
Rusted gates with lock and key
Apart from spirit you shall find
Enlightenment profound from the mind
And in the end, an empty glow
Your king but buried, in Rust and Snow.
