Enslaved - The Dead Stare


The Juggler stares 
To quench the thirst 
Upon the brow 
Within the hand 
It cracks and seeps 
The seer weeps 

In flickering light 
The wounds are served 
Screams from below 
A shadow in chains 
Feverish images told 
In mirrors of old 

The eyes they all share 
In this tragic court 
An empty seat 
The river runs dry 
Nothing said 
Words in red 

Behold the druid 
As the stones fall 
Known aloud turned 
Backwards around 
Reverse the loss 
This never was

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