Steel That Sleeps the Eye
Steel that sleeps with the morning star
Would that I could sin once more
Blades will sing over stone and field
That their song might grace our fall
Pallid limbs in the raven's thrall
Fracture sulfur honey skin
Waves are screaming Abrahan hymns
So that shoreline virgins cry
Reel in place
'Til the bastards take me away
Sober taste of the eyes
Autor(es): Baroness / John Dyer Baizley
