How long can you hide,
From the shadow of an eagle,
That craves your whimpering heart?
How long, you say,
'Fore the serpent you slayed,
Comes back to tear your wicked soul apart?
You heard the wailing of innocent souls,
Whom you slaughtered in your damned strife!
And now that it's over, and you scavenge for spoils,
And think you ought to live your life?
As the Great One sang, unafraid,
You hid in your mansions, while young skin was flayed,
And through the omnipotent blinds your kept staring;
All by yourself.
When blood rained and it reeked of death,
And corpses rotted away in vain;
You kept your door bolted closed,
And pretended to mourn their pain.
You may have gotten away last time,
But no more, you puny leech!
When you lie in your grave, you bloody knave,
Forgiveness don't you dare beseech!