Guillotine

The crown of a phantom's sorrows
Belies travel through its hollows
Scorpion's tails numb the wise and meek
Sound of the guillotine

Bats on this moonless night
Patterns deceive the foolish kind
Consumed by your own mind
Let jade comfort your tired eyes

Rivers of my memory
Pour drowning my valleys
This cold traps me with knives of ice
Left to my own device

Leave me on this moonless night
Travels of the foolish kind
Let jade shade the sun into green
Fall of the guillotine