Bedowyn - Snarling of Beasts

Snarling of Beasts


This haunting running away.
Imagine Ice, the dawning of ages.
These ghosts are having their say.
Without sudden, unclear intentions.
And all-in-all we’re the rays,
passed over scared land moving.
We hear the snarling of beasts!
We are the power, building the lightning.

We are Armageddon!
We rise!
A beast with horns of seven.
They die!

A battle lies in our wake.
Nothing but reason thrown in the ashes.
We wash our blood in the lake.
Watched over closely, over-indulgent.
And with a breath here comes sleep.
Refused at first, but a welcome companion.
We hear the snarling of beasts,
shook for a moment, confused and excited.