May 22, 1453 Testo

Testo May 22, 1453

Looked out to the sea
War ships were shimmering
Like eyes on fire

Stretched from shore to shore
A crescent takes its form
A motherless child
Chants up to the sky

Solemn face of white
Eclipsed into a knife
To cut from flesh the light

Liturgical doves
Turn into black tongues
For the queen of dust

Sun rises at down
He'd lost himself in song
While she was taking lives
The selenium choir
Took hold of his mind