Lovingly I wrap thee, Fury
In steel-armoured ribbons
Around a frosted heart of bronze
Whilst I wander among the stars
Striking the last tomorrow’s fire
In awareness there shall come a time
How wan this world has become
It all its faded, faint-heart glories
So now, how fierce a song will grow
Majestic symphony of hatred’s guile
Entwining each fiber of our hearts
Building us up to shatter us whole
Today I sit in a coldly familiar place
Rapture and fury to the end of all days
It was as if I never left, so long ago
Away the veils!
Away the cover!
Let all be seen and heard –
I am the Eye of War, witness to this world!
Blood-stained and cast aloft in crystal palace
Watching emotions die smiling and proud
I am the Heart of War, a golden trumpet blast!
Scream havoc and loose the hounds in prejudice
Now the harder we’ll clash, the brighter we shine
I am the Hands of War, the finest craftsman alive!
Laboured dusk and dawn, forge brimming a‑fright
Never feeling the beauty within another velvet eve
I am the Voice of War, buoying all courage of men!
Birthed without ears or any love of gentle touch
To lead the charge, remain fearless past all ends
I am the Feet of War, thunder of the eternal march!
The clank of armored troops, Death’s uneasy grasp
To walk until the end of time, never missing a step
I am the Mind of War, labyrinth of folly’s riddles!
Created by we mortals to feel what can’t be tamed
In silent hands to flatten honour, smash our trust
I am the Spirit of War in flight — whither my caution?
Falling away in flashbulb hue, in slow disintegration
You can’t feel regret once there’s nothng left to feel
I am the Spirit of War,
And in being consumed,
My downfall is complete.
I am overtaken,
I am vicious,
I am overpowered,
I am burnt barren,
I am tear-quenched,
I am lost.
I am the Spirit of War:
I was not made for human consumption.
This is my legacy.
Remember it well.