Quest

adored wayward subjects
surcoats of your present and past
resignated colors of change
ponder I what insignia remains

blood type A bleeds through me
deep pains and deep stains
the harems of life in the void
so abondoned
yet can't be destroyed

seen the gates of oblivion
so don't deny or throw a cross
we really have no time
zion awaits for all of us
transfixed before the design
perish all thoughts, nevermind

last
of a dying breed
kindred spirits face genocide
a prison with no release
the chambers of valhalla
death itself has ceased
find peace within your pilon
finding angels at your feet

dust and ashes
skin and bones
predicate to the answer
footnote stressed in bold
initiate to the master
strength within the hold
live fast, die young
that's what I'm told