Bend time to placate the Lady
The words are clear but intentions shady
Drifting upon this world to watch its fall
My mistress speaks, I hear Her call
And my hand stirs...Leaves rustle and the wolf sings blue
A crowd reveals a broken pact untrue
Moving away earth from a sarcophagus sealed
The enemy of hate is nearly revealed
Serpents slide near and birds congregate
A forest of life teams to relate
The true path of man, a bloody song to sing
Their lesson of history to the Reaper King
The hands that gathered and revived the soul
Of death's worst dreams and peace unknown
What hasn't been killed heals in minutes
Children rejoice that this force is again with us
Muscles tear and rend unlike a slow-healing
A pain so evident yet believably revealing
The power is will and the essence of living
Never giving in and ever unforgiving
And yet, in this moment, in the heart of power
Of personal integrity
Between screams of agony
The Reaper King breathes a flesh-breath once more
And laughs...
How many times has this call been made
To wake living justice from his peaceful grave
This timing is proof that as evil grows
It is never so strong as his mistress' hold
On an unliving, yet all too human principle of power
Of something greater even than love
Integrity has a new body.