TOTAL ECLIPSE

Going on seven years, or very near,

it's time to pay a price, sacrifice.

The earth's lamenting. Heaven's rending,

raining saline, struggle between

night and dawn. The war goes on and on.

War always has its pawns.

At the last, there's only one

to count upon.

Blood in November for the gone remembered.

"Return to sender," spells the flood unbuttoned,

blood of the chosen one, whose name is our Sun,

blossoming flame from an ember.

Sister, brother, kill each other.

We call our Knight. Things ain't goin' right:

dusk to grave wed, day to deathbed.

In between tread! Raise the dead

night and dawn. The war goes on and on.

War always has its pawns.

Thank Providence there's one

to count upon.

Blood in November for the gone remembered.

"Return to sender," spells the flood unbuttoned,

blood of the chosen one, whose name is our Sun,

blossoming flame from an ember.

Supernova, hail Yehovah,

holy roller, roving sauveur.

Hail our Fighter, bearing miter

until time's aisles reconcile

night and dawn. The war goes on and on.

War always has its pawns.

At the last, there's only one

to count upon.

Blood in November for the gone remembered.

"Return to sender," spells the flood unbuttoned,

blood of the chosen one, whose name is our Sun,

blossoming flame from an ember.