Cindiling Cobra

A watch from the berrtes eye secret silinet he cryies through the work of a jugten deed a world he sit where no one takes heed the new wind blows ash in dust a look from wishiling window showing no aprayven norical forshiven As the shadow towers over me I sing a hearts praise to all lost children awaken and dawriness intent begavaning my eventdence i shower the the places of my past in this overchure of suprise I cradle my last emphise I work hard to make thing new I began with this next of kin A tiped nouse blinking it's fastin The dull axes couteraction I wangraond uptichure of my atimasity Apraganding these two heartbroken lovers Sore under oath to persert them both I walk alone to actord my salvage The presure of this unburn thratise bragging in my face I object in theses halls of forgatton backlashing This four hored watch this ucrane As the mamed game backran her i am avenged THw wac swocks the tuk bock lock While i cindle my brushin brides backstab