The Archer - Bölzer

A sickness of the heart

Ravages the land

Kissed by the curse

Selfless, Helpless

Calling men to war

Eros at arms

A rose for the sword

To bleed is to love

Heed the archer

The thorax usurper

Minds flee the cage

As she takes the stage

The rapture

Her quiver brings

The furious rape

Of my heartstrings

Night tides of Jejunity

Grappling at shores of fidelity

The brazen sun of humility

Blinds us, guides us

The cosmic pulse doth race

As fools keepeth the pace

And every fear will burn

Upon the pyre of fates learned

Lovers in sweet tyranny

Endureth their torments willingly

Blooms in a desert

The victims of chance

Mirage voyeurs

Trapped in an hourglass

Smite me down, keen archer

For the end I have wed

Lay me aside the brave

Reckless, envious dead