The Child Must Die

Ageless

Though merely a child

Tall has grown thy shadow

For every sun must set

Eventually

And every child of fire

Must die to be free

Far beyond the grace of god

The tiny tomb's prepared

"LIBERATUS EST"

The silent stone declares

Pluck now the rose, the child must die

Pluck now the rose and leave it on my grave to dry

In sackcloth and ash, so let us mourn

In sackcloth and ash, sleeps the newborn

The fear of change is the fear of Death

That fear is the pain and the pain is the wreath

of thorns now placed upon thy brow

A twisted cross 'neath which burden we all must bow

For you my child, comes the cursed

phantom carriage, alas, the hearse

Follow I must not, this ride is only meant for you

Ever dark lay the lands you're going to

In the belly of Moloch, the child must burn

Into the fires, it must return

Mind not the tears, the child must die

Release the self, Strangle the I

Pluck now the rose, the child must die

Never to know, the reason why

Mad burn the fires, so dies the child

Bittersweet, the fumes shall rise