The Devils' Handprint

Faol

The Devils’ Handprint
By Faol

Black and blinding, his burning rage
He stole the key to its fiery cage
Ticking time bomb counting down
See through the red mist, a baying hound

Soar into the red mist, above the pain
Raise his hands up and see the crimson stain
See into the swirling water
The flames twisting, writhing, burning hotter

To seek the way, he left the path
His eyes, the flames, his soul-burning wrath
The truth lays twisted on his tongue
Bodies felled as his bullets sung

Behind him, the shining light
The glow of the lantern swallowed by the night
Stinging eyes, shed tears of fire
Wandering soul, lost in the mire

Can’t control this beast that grows
Glass breaks and the black bird crows
Come lie with me, in the crimson room
Where red walls mock the shadows that loom

And the fires of Hell, they burn so brightly
Screams, no one will hear, howls desolate
Scorched onto my soul, the Devils’ handprint

He searches for rivers of molten gold
The end is near, fire and flood foretold
Never learn, he will never learn
Deliver your message, and feel the hatred burn

At night, the silence and shadows scream
Waking and sleeping, cluttered by dreams
Walk, we sleep walk each day
Talk too much; talk not enough, from the battered road we stray

With live here, one with another, but eyes never meet
The same again and again, recycled wars, mistakes we repeat
Refueled hatred fan the flames of war
Bloodshed from black-eyed fury, see my crippled soul

And the fires of Hell, they burn so brightly
Screams, no one will hear, howls desolate
Scorched onto my soul, the Devils’ handprint

The more we hurt, the further we drift apart
Smile and spurn, under a seesaw I buried my heart

With a dark and cold current we float
Spinning faster and faster towards the words He wrote
Words we uttered today are forgotten on the ‘morrow
We wake up to a world entrenched in sorrow

Air is still, silent and thunderous
Weaves a fragile web that entraps us
Held captive by our ignorance
Kept prisoner by our brilliance

We chained ourselves to the past
Watched the future fade away fast
Merely shells of mortal flesh
Our souls are wandering, lost to darkness
We shed the blood and wept for the loss
We have forsaken the one who bore the cross

And the fires of Hell, they burn so brightly
Screams, no one will hear, howls desolate
Scorched onto my soul, the Devils’ handprint

Drifting, I glance down, lying still
Singing softly while the tears spill
Reach; hold out my hand, just to touch
But it’s the chill I clutch
No one sees, stare through me
We are left lame without a crutch
Eyes dead, flat, a wasteland, frozen face

Lost the fight
Don’t remember the fight
Where was the fight?
Why didn’t we fight?

Search, for a glimpse of the past
Stubborn, determined and fierce
Search, just to search
Redemption, revenge, forgiveness scarce

And the fires of Hell, they burn so brightly
Screams, no one will hear, howls desolate
Scorched onto my soul, the Devils’ handprint

violet ray

this is excellent!

windedsailor

pretty good...i like the high-energy aspect of it...matched my mood....if you don't mind my saying, it could use some work. if you want to change mood and tempo, you need some better lines to play into it. a mood is a mood.

Faol

Thanks Violet Ray. Thanks for the criticism Windedsailor.

violet ray

Originally posted by Faol
Thanks Violet Ray. Thanks for the criticism Windedsailor.

you're welcome faol...

there are so many parts to that i feel like i can relate to in some way or another.