Midnight

Thieves swarm in crimson tainted rows treading the blood of the unspoiled An ancient providential pose Empires forgotten so long ago Worms crawl in nameless graves of stone as the dead souls swim in amber moulds Nameless black tombstones remind us we're close We're restlessly seeking a rhyme or a reason sailing through the midnight dark We sing our destruction in streets of misfortune praying that we gain new life A song for the vultures with death in their sight A song for the outcasts who've strayed from the light A song for the heroes that silently march A song for the villains who prey in the dark The orchid grows where no-one knows The land is in smoke So walk with me, we'll try and seek a God that knows An empty throne to call our home, a safe abode