Through acrid clouds of summer flies   The garden swells with a thousand more wise   Forever flung to celestial dreams   Clawing at the grave of the dead Nazarene      I watch the storm approaching   The darkness calls my name   The trees are growing restless   They feel the season change   Their fruit has putrefied   Forbidden once and bound to die   The thread of life lies severed   On the brink of paradise      Grinning winds of hate unfurled   Towers tall that grip the sun   Talons stretch 'neath her veil   Reclamation, our time has come   Our time has come      Autumn spreads its golden wings   And lays the path for those unseen   A tangled web of evil spun at last   Winter spawn from barren thighs   To readdress, to slay the blind   And throw the reins untethered to the skies      They pray to the full moon rising   Diana moving with such infinite grace   Wrapped alone in a blanket of nightfall   How many secrets can they read by your face?      Will they know of majesty   Of beauty held in dream-dead sleep   And scarlet seas that bleed the frozen shores?   Will their God of bridled love   Assuage our rule from planes above   Or shrink in fear from chaos roused for war?      War!      Wrest askew the nails   That have held you, lurking deep   September prayers are waning   Burn the shrines of fettered sheep   Spearhead the insurrection   Of a world that seeks no end   We are what we are, what we shall be, again   Again      Appear; draped in terror   To the comfort of your kin   Stain the milky sunset red   And let the others      Summer's dying