The Lily Lords

Three hundred days of red we stayed,
and the grass grew with bones in its leaves.
And three hundred days of black we blazed,
as the lilies were picked by the thieves. 

Oh, have you heard of the Lily Lords?
with blue and black petals they lay
dead on the ground, hey, dead on the ground
as the night wept into the day.

One satin eve they met their hands,
and with silver lips fought with words;
they sought to restore the peace between lands,
but their tongues were honed into swords.

Not even a scream could the rose howl
as the weed wound its nettle-wrath roots,
for the Lily Lords’ tremblin’ voices were fouled
by the raw soil they did dispute.

Three hundred days of red we stayed,
and the trees soaked the blood up their leaves,
And three hundred days of black we blazed,
as the land was torn up by the weeds.

Oh, have you heard of the Lily Lords?
with blue and black petals they lay
dead on the ground, hey, dead on the ground
as the night wept into the day.


This is actually supposed to be a “song” for the project I’m currently working on. I’m in the process of writing the music to it. It’s got a fairly extensive background, so it might not make total sense when taken out of context…but oh well.

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