Used Dreams
A holocaust will come
That you couldn't
Have dreamed of
Having no dreams
What might this storm want
If the point
Is just the burned rags
Of dead clouds
Footsteps in a fog of blood
A roll of drums as warriors march
A shadow falls round gorges deep
Broken cries of the half sleeping
No wind
no stars
no night
The wrath of the people is dark
Like the wild organ notes of a winter storm
With ravaged brows, with silver arms
The battle's crimson wave a forest of stars
No wind
no stars
no night
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Used Dreams
A holocaust will come
That you couldn't
Have dreamed of
Having no dreams
What might this storm want
If the point
Is just the burned rags
Of dead clouds
Footsteps in a fog of blood
A roll of drums as warriors march
A shadow falls round gorges deep
Broken cries of the half sleeping
No wind no stars no night
The wrath of the people is dark
Like the wild organ notes of a winter storm
With ravaged brows, with silver arms
The battle's crimson wave a forest of stars
No wind no stars no night
A holocaust will come
That you couldn't
Have dreamed of
Having no dreams
What might this storm want
If the point
Is just the burned rags
Of dead clouds
Footsteps in a fog of blood
A roll of drums as warriors march
A shadow falls round gorges deep
Broken cries of the half sleeping
No wind no stars no night
The wrath of the people is dark
Like the wild organ notes of a winter storm
With ravaged brows, with silver arms
The battle's crimson wave a forest of stars
No wind no stars no night