Watch your tone, son
And don’t provoke the mighty ones
Their swords blaze
And cut the night, or your face
We lay at their feet
And pray we don’t make a sound
Lest we may, incur their
Wondrous wrath, their terrible wrath
But if you can, just look away
Or if you can, just run afraid
Walking so swift
He deftly braves the bitter cold
But steps will soon falter
Under the weight of days
With eyes over shoulder
Hand over fist
They’re ending his distinctiveness
No discrimination
In the fire they lay
Run for cover
And cry yourself to sleep
The giant stalks
And preys on the weak
Too sick to defend
Your walls cave in,
Your pitiful walls
No one can save you now
Walking so swift
He deftly braves the bitter cold
But steps will soon falter
Under the weight of days
With eyes over shoulder
Hand over fist
They’re ending his distinctiveness