Forming the shadows into lions To wake up a sleeping machine Jaws of death are eating their way Into the soul of silence Falling stars in the universe Cutting through heavy skies Eyes wathing a yellow half moon As they swallow the silver blades The burning flame of triumph Is dying deep within the well A limp scavenger is feeding In the ashes of what is left Vast land of forgtten memories Desert black nothingness A colourless rainbow marks the loss The loss to a novel dawn