I'll walk into the water,
To wash the blood from my feet.
My shadows claimed release.
The sky it holds my father,
Of the lessons burned in oak.
My always wanting watchers,
They laugh and slash at my mind.
Lays me down and feeds me time.
Death was my first companion,
It showed me life and it snuffed it out.
Of the ghosts through and out.
All the rage in gold the flower...
The battles break me but I am given,
Within the circle of clarion's eye.