Testo Scarlett Arch

Lie in the pale summer heatFind a clock as it ticksOh, to never sleepBut the clock ticks so loudLike thec racking of whipsTill the sun slowly heaves>From the blood hungry landTo its heaven of blueRun, through the dust and the stonesLike a stream as it flowsThrough the kingdom of peaceBut a beast roamed his headLike the aching of guiltAs it bakes in the heatAs its swollen tongue speaksRobs the old of their breathHang beneath dawns scarlet archWhere the wind ever moansLike the slaveship it drifts