Of Nations Ii a Burning Nation

Of paper and Ink Warriors of words written in a land Of Blood and broken toys Jet black things Set ice plains and caviar Standing long into the starry night Eyes gone blind to the images and deities Of families and finalities Of bones that drum All fall in distant regard The night is rip asunder The echo of thunder Rain driven storms of raveages and revenge Fires of ice Buring the nation at its core Alight of midnight sky like supernovas Blown in a rage of the blind, a land of the blind A mad god in a nation Torn into clans Rise and go to war Rape of the natural landscapes Televised and television wasted places Vision-scapes in division of man and land The pulse of blood The heart beat That bleeds on paper and ink Roads to dreams a nation in turn As this nation burns