Blood of Our Fathers

Draped in the cloth of eternity Reaching out the shaded hand In silence save the river's tide That separates the land Oh great was the flame of the spirit That cast long shadows over my soul Guiding my fate without knowledge Ere the black fire swallows me whole Great was the strength of my frenzy That clouded my innermost eye Not the light of the sun could reach it 'Nor the glow of the moonlit sky Great was the call of the specters The folly of poisonous pride Through my veins ran the blood of misfortune The binds of the living untied Now I stand at the mouth of the river Where the ferry sits waiting for me Not the pity of merciful masters Unheard are the sounds of my pleas In the silence I find myself standing As the black flame begins to subside There asks the hand for its offer To traverse 'cross the river's red tide