The Last of the Kin

Mark the hour
For it bears the end and shape of things to come
Leashed twinborn hearts, flesh an blood
Who will raise the blade to set them apart?
Traitor!
Life to take, bond betrayed
Traitor!
Mere flesh and blood, flesh and blood
Shorn disdain
Trust worn in vain
Let one thing be shed
That ever did us chain
Shrive me not
Repentance long stoked for the lack of hope
Absolve me not, deeds worthy of god
What will fathom the law, the righteous facade?
Bovine mortal line
Prey to kith malign
As world is the smoke
Fire is the will of mine