The Captive - At The Throne Of Judgment

At the spire

I am looking down at a vesper

Without a merciless fire

The flames azure

Like waters fashion

Waters passion

With you I fall asunder

With you I’m falling under

You take a statues form

No movement made in the morn

Standing still hope is bludgeoned

With disaster…

Brought down by the ropes of fate

The marble face shatters

Blasted in the face

No more soulless gaze

Stripped emotions

The face of bone

Give me thy hammer forged by stone

And let me pulverize the skull

Crushing the face with my mace

«Dark mane

Please abide to this old sage

For he is laden with hopes of a better place

In order to survive

You must listen closely or else

The old maven will curse with rage»

I am in chains

Bitter metallic blame

Where fate guilds these shackles taking me where terror reigns

As if I could sustain the verity that I am in…

Chains

I am shackled to a place where terror reigns

I cursed by rage

Gallop mare

Away from wrought steel forged with the elder’s lore

Run stallion amongst naves with the greatest haste

Away from these manacles weight

Never fall for its temptress ways

Through the City

And out of its gates it is deemed a treacherous day

«Dark mane

Please abide to this old sage

For he is laden with hopes of a better place

In order to survive

You must listen closely or else

The old maven will curse with rage»