Silas J. Dirge - Tender Eyed

Stained with red eyed mourning
And pulled from the dead crow’s beak
Came the old man’s warning
Not to turn my cheek

Hollow a promise spoken
Grown from the barren ground
Bending the pact that choked them
They came and took my crown

Don’t you cover this up

Leah was tender eyed and broken
Nailed to the churches door
Telling a tale softspoken
A long forgotten lore

Don’t you cover this up