To the men of Lachish
Know then thy brother lies dead on the field
Thy time is short!
I used to like searching for riddles
Aesop his fables jumping right out of the page
An innocent game to play
Time and time again caught by those riddles
Ways of escaping
Tearing my face from the page
An innocent fear at play
Sometimes those shadows get down in between
The words are constantly warning
The fable's no riddle
It's somehow quite real
Like shadows I hear them calling
Red like sticklebacks spines at the ready
License to injure
Pulling me into the page
No innocent game to play
House spiders that change to black widows
Nothing escapes them
Finding myself in the page
No innocent fear at play
Who wrote the shadows into the page
What hand has scrolled that warning
Of a man who plays God at the end of the day
He will find there's nothing left by morning
There's nothing left by morning
(a) Dead Man Rising
Running a high fever
In the middle of the night
My body's cold and twisted
But a fire burns inside
Suddenly my eyes open
Into a blood red plain
Of scattered limbs and corpses
Of dead and dying men
(b) Tears Of Tomorrow
Far off in the distance Take in your arms
There's a tower rising high These my children
A voice cries it's Jericho Though they be cold and afraid
The place where souls reside Show them the tears of tomorrow
The bodies that surround me Give them the soil of their graves
Once dead stir with life
Those cold and white blood corpses How many times have we taught them
How man treats his brother as slave
Turn over as they rise His mother he rapes
A voice from behind me And his sister gives birth
Speaks softly in my ear To the monster she laid
You are a dead man rising Now all the shadows they welcome
There's nothing you should fear For now in the last days of Cain
So follow your companions
Into the mortal's grave you
Forget you once were living
Remember now you're slain
Now all the shadows they welcome you
For now in the last days of Cain
Dreams of the darkness can hold you
Compel you to stand face to face
With all of your heart you are giving
The choice of your love or your hate
Dreams of the darkness inside you
The seed of your old father Cain
Who's paradise Abel he murdered
Destroying the love with his hate
Dreams of the darkness that guide you
Towards the last door of your fate
The world that surrounds you forsaken
Ploughed up by the claws of your hate
Now as the shadows take over you
Your now in the last days of Cain
Joshua's children all marching to Jericho
Blow on your trumpet the walls are about to fall
(c) Ixion's Conclusion
