Sanguine Path - King Goat

In one enraptured host, beasts and men collide

Voices sullen, thoughts morose, they soon fall into line

Subdue my mortal anguish

With vapid animals that feed on my decline

Where, now, is the prize, promised in our name?

As far as I can tell, we’ve paid enough in shame

In tatters and voiceless, like cattle

Wait in line, patiently, for the cull

One more injustice and two more wounds to heal

A legacy of blood that oils tyrannic gears

Wear your shackles lightly

Live in fear of reprisal or pay with your life

Enough is enough

Life is more than toil and duress

Now, for better or worse

With no loved ones to pay for my mistakes

I can focus and make good my escape

If I fail then I will not die in vain

Either way, I’ll never follow again

Into the cold.

Out of the fold.

Under grey skies

I’ll run 'til I die

Pursue my tracks.

Follow my bleeding feet

A shot rings out

My final moments in verdant fields of green

At least I tried, and died alive

A peaceful smile etched on my face