Black Tears Run From Crystal Eyes
Scene One:
Dear Father, O Father, take us to ye lands shore
My brothers, dear Father, they cannot wait no more
Through Winters dark cover, we bade it take its course
Til Summers gold sunset, stole Winters icy voice

Sweet children, of patience thee have spoke
I adorest thy tireless hearts of hope
Come Mother, prepare now heed my call
For tomorrow through ye forest we shall go

Scene Two:
Ye forest, sepulchral and cold
Ye sunlight, is barred from our souls
O Father, protect us guard us well
As danger treads softly ‘round us all
Therewith, I’ll guide thee to thine homes
Pr’y ye children, thy silken words will cloak
Our passage through evils very jaws

Scene Three:
From shadows fall nightmares bred in hell
Their Father is slaughter’d by dark hordes
Ye children stand helpless by his corpse
They’re shackl’d but one child doth escape

Scene Four:
Running ‘neath ancient limbs he flees
Ye wooden woods that barest leaves
Dark shadows ignore his desperate pleas
The village and safety he doth reach

Scene Five:
Look, it’s John’s young child
From ye Forest, thou burst in haste, exiled
Thy pallor of sickness speaks of death
What terror hath cast thee out like this?

Mine pallor begot by evil spawn
Mine brothers enslaved by ye dark hordes
Thence Father lies slaugther’d in ye Forest
They children they’ll take as slaves thereon

Scene Six:
O brave mine of thine meek village
Thy homes endanger’d by this menace
Thou must summon thy every inch of courage
‘Tis thy valor we ride upon to battle!

Scene Seven:
With passion and weapons they are gather’d
Ye women and children wade in panic
Ye oceans tide will be remorse
As waves they roll in from ye forest
“Charge”

Scene Eight:
Ye Fathers so valiantly fought
Ye women and children wept in woeful panic
All butcher’d by swiftly falling swords
Their bodies which broken life didst course

Scene Nine:
Ruins of love, the flesh did borne
Flames rising higher, ye village destroy’d

Scene Ten:
Running through world again defying
His village the child doth leave behind him
It’s cinders they light the blacken’d sky
As soldiers pursue the frighten’d child
Yeilding not to their savage breath
No slave-ship will he ride unto his death
As shadows where graves are borne didst lurch
Withal be sure thy slave to fear itself.