A psychopath has found a sight
And a way to be the king of days
A rhyme without a poem
And the luster of his last ways

The angels of death had a right
And a cause for a sorrow to say
A mortal flight across a chasm
And on to the underworld's graves

They sail a burning sun
A war they never won
They toss the fear aside
Never to ask for pride

The spirits flights into a valley
A darkness that led them astray
An infant's eyes now open
With it a tempter, allude and betray

You know your master's leash is tight
And keeps your death and your children at bay
The raging maniac aware and knows
The cost of his earthly maze

They sail a burning sun
A war they never won
They toss the fear aside
Never to ask for pride