Silent Mortal Flesh (convergence)

To tread the path of glory

Gild your will with honor

Take flight amid the storm

Confront the serpent in the garden

Feel the fire burn

Rejoice and fan the flames

Look up to see the moon on the wane

And the stars begin to fade

The weak trample and feast on the weak -

Yet fail to become strong

Strength, earned through blood and tears

Shown and measured in grace

Staying one step ahead of the flock

Vigilant in your House of Pain

The realization your throne is an illusion

A liberation and challenge

Stand in awe or fall to your knees and grieve

Hear the serpent, but do not listen

His breath, the stench! The dust of ages

This conqueror adjusts his paper crown

Stammers his grace in tongues ‒ with a tongue forged in fire

His voice cuts like a knife

Flaying flesh from bone

Cleaving away reality

Feel the fire burn, rejoice and fan the flames

Tempered steel-eyed glare

As your demons dance before your eyes

Distract and intoxicate

Trying to reclaim what has become yours

Silent mortal flesh

Defy the serpent and gild your will with honor

Embrace the past and what's to come