By The Light of a Dying Star

trees form their jagged silhouettes
as the sun descends from a darkened heaven
cities glow in the valley of Eden
and a violent star shines its last

all eyes have been shut off tonight
hands' of the slain raising a hallelujah
to their god on high
but the curtain could not hide his shadows

bodies drift in a stale breeze
now loosed from their ring of fire
upon the path incarnate
by the light of a dying star.