Artifact - The Wicked and the Wolves

Today we sing a song
of the wicked and the wolves
of the insane and the fallen
and the dissonance of time
of the broken and the dark ones
of the quiet of the deep
of the dragons of the fairies
of the sheppard and the sheep
of the others of the ones
of a place my soul belongs
of the devil of a god
of a mischief and a thought
of the cortex we will feed
of the wound we all still bleed
of the light that still awaits
off the ship that never breaks

of the sword out of pure fire
of the spear just made of ice
of the daily losing race -----
and keep rollin on the dice ------
of the stone and of the wind
of the sinned and of the skinned
of a world where we belong ------
of a star within this song --------
of a knife and of a brain
of a million hellish shemes
of an opened forearms vein -------
and a billion selfish screams ------
of a man and of a child
of a dream that has gone wild
of a dog and of a cat ------------
of a mouse and of a rat ---------------

of a long forgotten wish
of a long time dirty dish
of a hand and of a time
this hand writes down all these rhymes
of a ghost beneath your chest
of a place for me to rest
of a castle to my hate
and a tree of glowing fate
of an old mens forgotten speech
of the risk and of the reach
of the happy long lost bet
and the things we should regret