Gleam in Ranks - maudlin of the Well

A walk to Heaven isn’t any better

With legions' fresh ascent

First they dwindled like always

And then I regretted closing my eyes

See, this dream was not inevitable

In the war of reds and golds

Our hero was gold!

Anon, with each pronunciation

Banners were smouldering, then dying

And burning my intestines

Taking away, alas

All that kept me alive

Hast thou not crept up upon me?

Cruel poison of Life!

Thou hast taken everything

But what hurts me is that

You’ve slobbered filthily

O’er the delicate lips of a delicate girl

And I shall announce what you are…

Yes, away thou goest

Into the desert betwixt blue angels

Choose thy canon and execute

Never is the morning of thy age!