Line the rivers and fill the halls.
Final journey to the resting stores.
Sad state we didn’t wish to see.
The death of the last great matriarchy.
Tragedy struck but never let go.
Maybe now they’re gone it’ll ebb not flow.
I cannot say and so I’ll hedge my bets.
While others cast them in iron sets.

Raise the mast with its new design.
Transition from old to new time.
Are these the ages we thought we’d know?
Almost certainly not so.
Yet these are hands that have been dealt.
Tradition born from the days of celt.
Not a clan around refuses to attend.
To imagine such is beyond what you can comprehend.

The hours late so the stalls are bare.
Last few trinkets are at prices quite fair.
But do you wish to part for crumbs?
To me it sounds like giving up ones thumbs.
A no brainer which should not be done.
Even under the point of a loaded gun.
Yet on this day of dreary remorse,
It would be most unkind to be so coarse.

Weather fits mood in the worst way.
Dawn til night its been a drizzling day.
However with night creeping it is so clear,
Conclusion has been rendered here.
And so i return to my quarters.
To hear the shrill of my daughters.
Asking questions with delight and glee.
Truly infectious, it lifts mourning from me.

There is a place that i love to be.
As far as I’m concerned it is perfect to me.
No its not a city filled with shops, people and bustling.
Nor is it the countryside with open spaces and peaceful living.
Rather its my bed for its warm and cozy.
I love the comfort it brings when I’m feeling lonely.
No other place is quite so good.
It keeps he warm, it helps me mend, it replenishes everything.

There is no place I would rather be.
Since a very young age its meant the world to me.
No adversary or treachery exists in such a place.
For it is undoubtedly the safest space.
And so my bed is what I continue to crave.
The softness always inviting me to rave.
Never have a bad word to say about it.
It makes me smile, it keeps me rested, never will it be bested.

I am what I wanna be.
Won’t take that away from me.
Try and you shall see.
How quick I put distance between you and me.

Imprisoning is never going to work out.
What is mine is mine and I refuse to bow down.
So stop your theft of my character.
Or watch how quick I will turn on ya.
With every fibre and every cell.
Never will I accept your spell.
For you are a trickster and a fraud.
Won’t succeed even if you sever every cord.

I am what I wanna be.
Won’t take that away from me.
Try and you shall see.
How quick I put distance between you and me.

Failure born from your lack of thought.
And no I still cannot be bought.
Cause your understanding does not exist.
Which is why you are getting pissed.
Anger building until you’ll take no more.
Unleash a wrath born from lies at your core.
For you have never struggled or even failed.
Just whined in volumes until prevailed.

I am what I wanna be.
Won’t take that away from me.
Try and you shall see.
How quick I put distance between you and me.

Cause I don’t need you.
Your attention is surplus.
And with your poison.
I will move on.
Make my own way.
Live freely.
Shrug you right off.
As you ain’t worth the cost,
Upon me being happy!

Hearts of the Nephilim.
Hear the beat, feel the rhythm.
Our fated coarse.
A route to take,
No longer will we wait.

Eyes filled with hate spin.
Break the mould, cheat to win.
Ignorant and damned.
Fight the horde,
Push existence to the end.

Stars shining while perversion does rise.
Mount defence, unleash battle cries.

We are the Nephilim.
This is our pulse, always kicking.
No avoiding our wrath.
Run if you wish,
You’ll still get a slash.

Power beyond true measure.
Blame us for pain when we seek pleasure.
Rising still from ash.
Taste conviction,
Expect it all to crash.

Stars shining while perversion does rise.
Mount defence, unleash battle cries.

I have an impulse to carry on.
Push, push, push ’til the break of dawn.
Ignore any exhaustion welling up inside.
Too inspired to let my brain become fried.
For creativity is a fantastic tool.
Allows you to dream like a grinning fool.
Never let negativity seep into your bones.
And if it tries make sure it leaves you alone.
Leave it to rot in some cut off twisted hell.
Cause somethings are stuck in a vicious swell.

There are times when I have an itch.
For it there is no cure to stitch.
Rather it helps to drive me on.
Allows me to overcome whatever may come.
Conquer the seemingly insurmountable.
Pull a new element out the periodic table.
To help me fashion this fresh direction.
No sight of self sabotaging infection.
With light in my heart and a skip in my step.
My head a nodding as i say; yep, yep, yep.

Judged by the rodents.
Damned by the waves.
Whatever comes next will send me to my grave.

Wrought by the weary.
Scrawled like ink on a page.
Time is short for I am naught with all this pain.

Stalked by the cynics.
Forced to play others games.
This place is driving me utterly insane.

Shrivelled for my misdeeds.
Impaled out on the plains.
What I’d give to be swallowed up by flames.

Check me out.
Or set me free.
Just end the torture.
Please let me be.

Shredded and beheaded.
But as yet not the fate for me.
All I know is I cannot take much more of this indecency.

Walk the path known as the Ashen Crow.
The longer you walk it the more you’ll know.
While the mountains watch with a eerie eye.
All in hope to bring down the looming sky.
Crushing, terror, instability, why!

Seek the wood known as the Splitting Pain.
Its entirety is nothing but an elaborate game.
Constructed by the forest shadow folk.
If you try to cheat they’ll ensure you choke.
Gasping, grasping, polarised, broke!

Cross the river of a thousand screams.
It extracts from your head your worst dreams.
Giving form to what is not corporeal.
Linger too long and you’ll need a memorial.
Withering, scratching, stinging, primordial!

Conquer the desert named the Burning Pit.
A place where no one has even got a drop of spit.
Suffocating grip upon your throat.
Ensure the path is one you rote.
Crawling, calling, swearing, gloat!

Sail your way across the murder seas.
Smell deaths victory as it stains the breeze.
Birthing monsters from the murky depths.
Good luck in taking your next fateful steps.
Madness, consuming, accusing, last breaths!

Light in the room sparking all eyes their way.
Everyone can’t stop looking at the beauty.
Xenon has nothing on you, truth be told.
Its boring where you are a delight to behold.

Liberation dances in those blue eyes.
Open armed you welcome strangers with delight.
Wearing humility like it was made for you.
Effortless in your intelligence and soft spoken lines.

Without joy life becomes so grey.
Who wants that?
Not me, me , me.
For when the colours gone whats the point?
I don’t know, stop asking me.
If i knew i would admit.
Rather than watching it fade away.

Radiate.
For as long as you can.
Spark and illuminate.
Don’t admit defeat and be a lamb.

No purpose leads to great decay.
Stop the sever.
Now and forever.
Otherwise all that’ll be left is the outline.
Unfulfilled leave you on the breadline.
Searching for a release.
But getting the sum of nothing.

Radiate.
For as long as you can.
Spark and illuminate.
Don’t admit defeat and be a lamb.

Unlink the violence and turn away.
Echo chamber all around.
Sick of the rebound.
Compounding over and over again.
With a breath of recycled air.
Taste its stale beyond compare.
Get it out of here.

Radiate.
For as long as you can.
Spark and illuminate.
Don’t admit defeat and be a lamb.

Sometimes I wonder, is this all real?
Cause at times things don’t quite add up.
Its almost like I’m dreaming it.
Then bang I’m back in the moment.
Living like I always do.
No reason to doubt it too.
Until I feel some deja vu.
Happens less than I want to say it to.
Is that age or just mind flu?
Can’t make it add up so…
I let it slip my mind and go…
Back to my life and live it.

Out the corner of my eye, are these sights true?
Part of me declares no but not enough to appease.
Begin again the memory review.
Yet answers are not what I gain.
In fact little is offered by my brain.
Not because there is little left.
More like it can’t make the pieces gel.
No I’m under no foul spell.
Reality just isn’t always straight.
Sometimes is bucks and turns away.
Now accept such and move on.
Back to the hum and the drum.