The wind whips
The moon howls
Seas of ships
His face scowls
Trying to grip
Within the shadows
Takes one sip
And he's in the gallows
Dips in the water
Frozen sparrows
Cult shot her
Shrine like the pharaohs
No alma mater
Family narrows
Time to suffer
A million lit arrows
One in the back of your lover
Echoes in the shadows
Return home for cover
Under his bed he cowers
No one there he discovers
Killed because of power
Recovers until he towers
Revenge for the dead is that matters
Living for yourself because
There are no masters
Crying for help
But people have no manners
Struggling for weath
But I have higher standards