Before the Mercy of the Thorns

Once found ourselves
Within the veil of Night
Stricken with our own Forgotten blood
Wandering the dark with all but Escape
Like a crying Soul singing
The Siren's Sad Song straight into
The Cold Dead of Night.
Ever so Cold, we draw our blood
With the blade of thine own Sorrow
Ever so Bitter, Taste the Vemonous Ink
We so eagerly pump into our veins
If we are given a Will
Should we not Burn it away
Through meaningless Bane and Blade?

What is there to find
Within the Mercy of the Night?
We look towards the Dawn
For the Dawn Escapes from the Night.
Bear the Dawn's greater light
And the Thorns that Hang
From your Wounds will become
Radiant like that of freshly drawn Blood.
A wound Revealed,
A world opened
Ending in the Night taking
Its last Breath reaching your long Forgotten Ears.

With Revelation, we are at the Mercy
Of the Thorns that once afflicted
With Endless Oblivion.
Thorns recede, Its Vines now bear Fruits.
Roses bloom from the Blood
We had fed into these Lifeless Thorns
Ingrained into Broken Flesh and Gardens of Solitude.
If we had ended these Lives
Through severing Blade and cold Flame,
Would we ever bear such beauty in the End?
Such Roses, born from the Sinful Sorrow
We had drawn from our Bodies,
Are hung upon the Cross
In the midst of the Garden of the Dawn.

The Deliverence from Ice and Fire,
Away from the Blade and Blood,
Are we to Halt
As though Time has collapse
Under the Weight of man's fault?
From the Symphony of Revolution,
We should not falter from the Mercy of the Thorns
Hiding away like Dead Men's shadows.
Live! For new Blood has filled your Veins
And Let the Dawn be the Siren
That calls us to the Battle
So let us Rejoice in the sight of our Allies and Enemies
For everyone of us are Fighting a bitter and harsh battle.

Why do we Scream with Fury in our Lungs
And Blood upon our Fists?
Is Wrath so much greater
Than what has saved you from your own Oblivion?
Wasting away at each others Trials and Failures,
Have we forgotten what has kept us
Under the blood drenched Brow,
Under the Mercy of the Thorns?
Tossed away, We have embraced Harshness beyond Horror
Riddled aside, We breathe Hollow words into men's Hearts
Dropped and Trampled, We driven a knife
Into the Will of the Lord!
Have we lost our Souls
To the Body that need not the Blood
Or to the Mind drawing Bitter Poison?

Forgotten Love is Left
Within a Soul kept Silent.
Without an Empty Heart to be made whole,
It will not Die
But will be as if it kept Laden
Under Broken Flesh and Rotting Words..
Silent yet playing
Not a Symphony but an Elegy
For Whom the Bells toll
For they Will toll for Thee!
Forsake not your Brothers and Sisters
For you may very well be
The Only Hope they have left.
Toss aside the Blood, Black and Cold,
And Carry the Love of the Mercy of the Thorns.