Reverence

Modern resonance from within the stones;

Reverberates from the hall of all thrones;

And of mystical shadows long past;

Will return to transcendence at last.

From nature hall, wrung out heart;

A man never to far, to take part;

In rituals of olden day norms;

A tempest of the most wildest storm.

For who to thought, of most longest woe;

A declaration of triumphant crops, we sow;

Might bewitch a fatherly sort;

And in turn he may build us his fort.

Alas for the days of decadence, soon to be gone;

Stalking last nights lost fawn;

Intermingle with house's own soul;

In a singularity, ones body is not dual.

Proclaimed night, by night;

Dawn protrudes in moons final light.

Entranced in filth, speaking of rats;

We can escape London’s final gat;

To in-turn return to natures last call,

We will be first, in god’s heavenly hall.