Oh Sorrows Wail

Dark foreboding giants stood like sentinels at the gate

as angels with swords of fire filled the skies of fate.

Echoes of laughter spilled from one of seven heads

as spirits of effendi rise as smoke from the captured dead.

Oh, sorrows wail,

Where faith has failed,

Leaving despair

in this vanities fair.

For men of valor are no more

As they have fallen to Babylon's whore.

They have tasted of her deceitful meat

And left their loves for the devils keep.

Oh giants of fallen nights,

Loosen their souls aright,

Leave them not to their perilous fate,

Less they too, march through damnations gate.

For simple is the mind of man,

That he could fall for an adulterers plan.

Thus entering into a liars hell,

Where to never escape, to forever dwell.

Oh, sorrows wail…

Pray God of heaven will prevail.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004