Splitting Skys


Under splitting skys
A god erupts
Covered in muk
All kneel afoot

Under splitting skys
His left hand palms grass
His right hand bends spines
The savior of all kind

Under splitting skys
Tarried women lay
And his most loyal men arrive
To show them our way

Under splitting skys
Our hearth awaits
Most every trinket and bauble
Of his new millets

Under splitting skys
We see an eagle go
And where he leads
Only he knows

Under splitting skys
Our fathers layed in ash
Our helmsmen towed and bowed
His justice crows

Under splitting skys
In dark, carpeted wood rooms
Our new lords will still whisper
Of his love by sun shine