Born Led God Death - Bölzer

Men’s hearts cool quickly

Beating for death

But the flames in her eyes

Make sure cinders of them

A pale face with gold buttons

Trumpets blanket fear

Her velvet scent fades

Amidst acrid orders of despair

Hands of hope grew weary

As eleven moons passed

Her cheeks long since kissed dry

By another’s lips

First-born

Cursed you are

Blessed blood

Doomed to fall

O sweet majesty above

Willst thou suffer my woes?

Raise mountains ‘neath my enemies

May swift be my passage below!

Bite the bullet

Before it eats you

Hell is full now

Heaven cannot refuse

Nightmares amok at the front

Fled suburban dreams

She knew not

That god himself had failed

To answer his prayers for her love