Rusty nails dig in my skin
Corroded with the passing of time
Calling forth some thing unseen
Beckoning  the guillotine

I call out to gods of gods
Seeking strains of agonized cries
Echoing  the last goodbyes
Of those frozen in balls of glass

After darkness beckons light
Affirming shadows gripped so tight
Triggering the hammer and anvil
Awaiting its descent
 
4 desperate hearts are on the prowl
In view of nothing comes the howl
(Not a one of them survives)

Splinters splay forth in victory
Wind comes wailing from the North
Winter whispers of ecstasy
Drowing fools in agony

Left is but a dormant pace
A place of utter desolation
As i cry out eagerly
(call out the invitation)
The invocation