Syol *
END OF EDEN
A herd of clouds crossed the blue,
as horses down shady fields,
the road unfolds like wooden shields,
against the wind bashing through.
And yet a gloom chapel stands,
above the lamb and the sinner,
the river wears a deadly shiver,
dragging a corpse from the barn.
She was a long gone sweetheart,
forced by the toll of wedding bells,
killed by his own blood\'s gun,
and yet same old train and a crowd,
crawled into tightening hell,
that day he came back in town.