The Leaving of Nancy

A rage forged in wrathful fires** Flame plagued skies: funeral pyres The heavy hand to silence liars The wolf is off the chain Suffer no guilt no crippling fears Their blood will wash the pain of years Still the voices one does hear Deep inside the brain On vultures wings now ride Deaths black doves stalk the sky On the wind the carrion cry Fly forever; never to die Magic are the beams they ride Through the eons death on high Lost souls ere beg, why Doomed forever they cannot die Let slip the dogs of war Boundless hunger they cannot ignore Jaws flecked with gore Wrack your very core Hunger evermore Fear the bringer of war