Song of the Shrouded Star

Welcome to
the darkest night
the coldest light
the resting place for you

Close your eyes on
the demons’ plight
the angels’ flight
the pains you saw anew

Learn that pain
is eternal
is infernal
is external for men

Do not fear
the haunting glow
that’s coming slow
or blood shall flow again

Yes it was us who
found you hurt
lost in dirt
stumbling from Rome

You’ll eat pumpkin
for dessert
at our concert
you can call this home

Just like you we
left heaven
crestfallen—
this haven we’ve built

We shall not be
forgotten
forsaken
made deafen with guilt

I, am, the survivor
the wrongdoer
the scapegoat with broken wings—

Welcome,
young gentleman,
Welcome!