Sorrow's Son's

Through the ancient winds of time,
Shadows do both scorn and sing.
In all their pleasantries and crime,
They fly and fret on serpent wings.

Dark warriors proud, of battles lost,
Maidens fair and full of flight.
Kings in mistress’ chambers toss,
Queens with lovers in the night.

From their hearts do murders cry,
Upon the air they fling their souls.
Into darkness where demons lie,
Tossed amid both friend and foe.

Tarry not upon thy tomb,
But hurl your spirit to the sky.
Ahead lies only dreadful doom,
And there an angel is heard to cry:

“Pity these most wretched ones
Who sin in life and die too young.
They are sorrow’s orphan sons
Who sleep before their song is sung.”

And so the mighty angel falls,
Grasping toward the heavens’ heights.
He sinks into the darkened halls
Within the castles of the night.

Listen you who live this day,
Cry out your joys and sorrows all.
‘Lest all your vanities betray,
And lead you to a demon’s call.

For do you know when, my friend,
Stealthy Death will come your way?
No, you do not know your end,
Nor how long your ghost must stay.