The Dead Stare lyrics

The Juggler stares

To quench the thirst

Upon the brow

Within the hand

It cracks and seeps

The seer weeps

In flickering light

The wounds are served

Screams from below

A shadow in chains

Feverish images told

In mirrors of old

The eyes they all share

In this tragic court

An empty seat

The river runs dry

Nothing said

Words in red

Behold the druid

As the stones fall

Known aloud turned

Backwards around

Reverse the loss

This never was