Around the Abyss

Dancing by the mirrors of a moonlit river

We shall rest when the owl comes to roost

Who can call himself the sunlight giver?

Living off a dream of a glance most loose

What’s the price to be paid for the sinners?

Will they ever get a well earned rest?

As the blood in their veins draws thinner

Everyone is made for success, they suggest

How to go about a time of abyss

Let the world take its course as it burns

A new age of the dawn gone amiss

The circles expands as it goes, as it turns