The end
The union of the father and the wayward son
Atop the sister peaks above the valley, Agamemnon
Under angels
Above the lightless fallen stars
A pale cloaked rider
Circles to his call
With the countless counted
Lost in confusion
Await the harvest hour
Await the son
The falling answers
Clarity as a flood
The weeping liars
Creation undone
Revelation
As was told all along
The facing gates swing open
And drag their children home
So far from mercy
Pay the boatmens toll
As we see the lightbringer has reclaimed his sword

They await the harvest hour
They await the descent

All I have and all I know

And it comes back to me, like a child's dream
All so familiar for things I've never seen