Starving Eyes

As I scream out your name I fall In darkness I have labored scantly clad in sack cloth and ashes Wait for me I won't be long My time is nearly up Crimson moons in rivers by the shore break my silence I scream out your name alone in empty rooms Hold me in my dreams Arenas of wild killers all fell before my might In your name I breathe Juniper with my tea Mint cookies delight me much Her name is forgotten all this time lost chasing shadows in the dark Chained to the whispers of the lost skulls now long since dust Do their whispers still sing out to you? Wake me when the king has arrived is he nearly here now? I am sworn to listen for the Lambs horn calling us up Quake with fear when the trump sounds the end has arrived Autumn and my Buddy will they meet me there on The Mount Of Olives by the Masters side? Questioning the reason to wait 2,000 years for a wedding feast. Almost time for the third day to begin and the rising of The Son of Man. Lamb gets ready to break that seal and let our kingdom be revealed.