The Last of the Queens children

are begging in the streets...

dancing to ancient rythyms

singing in tongues forbidden

remembering forgotten gods

...and praying like the damned

with no tears, for Redemption.

Gray matter

empty and full

storm clouds and brain waves

Day-dreams, Nightmares and Premonitions

Confessions, Laments and battle crys

Prayers of the Damned

Death Songs of the Martyrs

Their blood cries out from the ground

Wailing from beneath the alter

Pleading for Restitution.

 Blietzgrieg ghosts of exiles
Bleeding from the sky...
Cold rain wash away my tears
I feel the tremors of the earth
The ground quakes beneath my feet...
And the wind whispers thru the willows
REVOLUTION...