Dark Horse

Covet eye, a scar but empty

Wounded warrior fool

And blaze of indignation

Why does it have to be you?

Shoulder arcs, dagger turns

Eclipsing sun to plunge

Flag above the zeitgeist

Hand and palm will draw near into

Amalgamation

Spire is gone, it is falling

This is reckoning

Phantom strides inside the mind

Blade clashes in the glade

And I'm the specter wound by a mark

Bit by thy name

When you hold to my Eden

To your angel's gaze

Shoulder arcs, dagger turns

Eclipse the sun to plunge

High above the steeple

Hand and palm will draw near into

Amalgamation

Spire is gone, thunder and rage

This is reckoning

Phantom strides inside the mind

Blade clashes in the glade

And I'm the specter wound by a mark

Bit by thy name

When you hold to my Eden

To your angel's gaze