December Moon An Empty Gesture Lyrics

An Empty Gesture Lyrics

I'm greeting my disciples, with a promise by my side,

To raise this bloody
kingdom,

From beneath it's crimson tide...

My Suffolk blood doth
boil,

To notions that hath been redeemed,

For it is time to claim
back,

What was once this kingdom's dream...



The glory of
wealth remains sold,

The code of wisdom depends how it's told,

For
nature largely she receives, nor so is satisfied

In solitude, at the
ruins of a shrine,

The weak served the strong yet the blind led the
blind,

Where the will for penance is fullfilled...



I bid
sentence welcome in it's paramount decree

For it is more deserving than
the fleeting whim of dreams

That rest unnamed among the chronicles of
kings,

But the skirmish of repugnance carries on...



Subordinate knights of bone and blood,

Of fear and cursed rule...

Who dares to view this foul regime,

My throne, my mothers womb...

Behold the ways of mother earth,

That burdens servile tasksm

My
destiny does hunt me as my throne becomes my tomb...



Like a false
lord who hath received,

And renders nothing back.



From
fallaceness, from vain perplexity,

Unprofitably I travel toward the
grave...