Where the Crows Gather - Morus Mana

A goat flees from the herd
flying to the crags,
A desolated soul finds paradise
In the kingdom that is Him.
A god that flies alone
Standing there,
Amongst the chosen worthy few
Morus cries to all,
Within this sacred land
We are gods this day,
Now rejoice, Mana

When you see the reality of what you’ve done
And how you’ve prayed to your false idols
Unrequited love you gave to them
All you gave to them
When life is so jaded
What you’ve created
Morus was once a god, now he stands alone
On a rocky throne surrounded
By smoke and shadow

Facing down that final hour,
Judgement comes to make you cower,
What consumes and takes away,
What was born that bitter day,
Now the light it grows so dim,
As the soul forgets to swim,
Journey on the spiral path,
And leave behind what’s in the past,
Now beyond the thin veil,
To a form that’s not so frail,

We are distant from the sun and the fallen stars.
Darkness is the air you breath,
As conscious thoughts begin to fade,
Now exit light and do no fight,
You’re free from suffering.

Tormented by rising tide,
Of isolation in the face of love.

Concrete masks now stare at you,
Deceived you were did not see through,
Build them nests and build their dreams,
And it’s too late to flee.
Now your final sun it sets,
Morus fades in to,
A distant memory.

Leave behind what you thought,
A world so fair and beautiful,
So full of lies and all,
Concrete hearts were never fall.

Just too late, so it seems,
A sodomised reality,
But they heard you calling.

Now in death rise o great,
Mana will, liberate.