Time to free the old gods

Learning to mend the deep wounds

Old suffering and lost youth

Shaking off the torn cloth

Wandering the unknown

As I have left my kin

Shedding my tribal skin

Spilling the blood of a pale fraud

Painting the faint story once more

Levelled foundation short-mourned

Breaking from the tame flock

Alone to find a new throne

Color to the canvas given

Era′s end in a tired land

Water to a war-torn face

Exhausted from a lifelong chase

Coarse stone to a callous heel

New truth shaping the habit of an old fool

Time to cherish true blood

Downcast my humbled eyes

With face to the blazing Sun

Water to a war-torn face

Exhausted from a lifelong chase

Coarse stone to a callous heel

New truth shaping the habit of an old fool

Unfinished solarium

One more cut of the seeker's tongue

Ode to the scarred clay reshaping

Ode to the ever flowing river!

Blade to the the rogue branch

Wet thumb to gashed clay

Handstroke of magnificence

Setting beauty upon this place

Yet another death I face

With peace fire′s set to the old remains

I must leave, to the wild I go

Tears for where I once called home

Now as the tide has finally come

Test the grit or become undone

Molding my face and the mask into one

Through chaos, with light, balance is brought

Baring teeth, piercing roar, bearing the sword

Will to fight, to end life

May those times scarcely come

Though the back was once broken

The eye is now open

Now graced with able legs

Striding towards that sacred place

Dancing foot with prudence

Devotion sculpting a heart of clay

Unfinished solarium

One more cut of the seeker's tongue

Ode to the scarred clay reshaping

Ode to the ever flowing river!