Age Of Man - Josh Tillman

Holy visions

Barren spirit

Earthly comforts in the weeks after the end

Keeping watch for a highway that could steer

The endless brother from the gods that trespassed here

Countless images no more avenged or feared

In the Age of Man

In the Age of Man

Unwed covenant

Brazen promise

Diseased music sounds no longer in my ears

Birds will as they always have proclaimed

Sculpted stone left unattended rose away

The light in the cavern and the orchard is the same

In the Age of Man

In the Age of Man

Nameless purpose

Blessed Union

Godless children free to sing the untamed will

The stake in through the hands that stole his death

False bride revealed and stripped of unwon righteousness

No more inherent to those born upon the breast

In the Age of Man

In the Age of Man

A scarecrow lying face down in the grass

The wooden beams resemble something from the past

Not long enough to make him hide from the day’s task

In the Age of Man

In the Age of Man