Fallen Sons

Sailing stones cross the desert sand.

Black stallions trample the promised land.

Drinking in the wind as the pony runs.

Now look around for our fallen sons.

Kyrie Eleison!

God Have Mercy!

The swords are raised once again...

Satan Jinn takes a human form.

Carried aloft by a desert storm.

Lightning strike turns the sand to glass.

Our bones become oil as epochs pass.

Kyrie Eleison!

God Have Mercy!

The swords are raised once again...

Dragons roam the cloudless air.

Black spider widows cry out in despair.

A thousand generations since seeds were sown,

we're still an animal that kills it's own.

Kyrie Eleison!

God Have Mercy!

Show us how to

not invent you.

We have to be on our own.