Death Calls You By Your Name

A thunder-clap, the storms approach, an eerie revelation No hope for man, nor none for 'roach A prophetic annihilation The World awaits a gruesome end, apocalyptic measures Mans soul it hangs, tentative, it bends Ensnared in its false treasures The evening veil of darkness, accomplice to the Moon Covers up its Naked Secrets, a portent clear A harbinger of doom His end, long in the making, a teardrop in the Ocean Damned eternal, he waits there, shaking Unsaved by his devotion Arch-Angels weep eternal, both wings and hands are tied The wind it cuts, the rains will never Wash clean Infernal Ties Faith leaves you at the alter, tattooed in your own shame At Times of War, in Trial by Fire Death calls you by your name A tribute to Edgar Allen Poe