By the sons of mars, and the moons of hell
i drop thine ego by a thread
once mine and safe i left it fall
but not without a parting bed

wine pours like sake, a trumpet sounds
the lights have warmed up the way down
but still i know that joy is near
i saw her walking west of here

lions gaze is quite the sight,
with tusks to quell a length of night
how long i've thought he wasn't there
now born again his temper flares

the taste is hot, not right at all
the silence drowns the flashing ball
in where was once that which was null
a serpents drive will follow close but not to scare the winters ghost

a phrase or two not spoken right, left (but made) the moments right
the stage was split, two angles raise. i knew the talk from memoraze
yes i said it without wait, who could have went and kicked the gate when
knowing what was left inside
made both eyes hear and ears grow wide