Long Knives

Awake in a world with full understanding,
that the peace you once knew has now turned to war
Like locusts they swarm
Facing the blade, that you once held,
begging for life, that you once took
Death, with a cold hand touching your neck,
reminding you that he’ll never forget
Cling to the cross or die by the sword,
like rats you will scatter expecting the flood
Death moves in the night
Ever faster, growing closer
The blade held to your flesh
The end is now setting in
Fear of tomorrow, fear for today
Death now surrounds you, screams out your name