Upon An Oaken Throne

"I see then nightshade grow" he spoke And southern hounds awoke at dawn Sought for the ever-liquid of our craving Caught by the all embracing nightly sun Admass - I laugh at your feeble lies - trash Hatred in my eyes and in my blood A scream across the fields - the rivers weep A vanquished lord upon an oaken throne Grief inside my flame - grasp at my existence The seal of dawn is broken - fury Wildfire A windswept thought Out in the perimeter where laughts are No longer heard, screams no longer seen And life is always lost Gaze into the skies for they are blind Blinded by the nightshade of our lust Grinded to dust The wolves are here The beast of the savage lands They drink my blood They feast upon my remains The tears in their eyes betry Wildfire