King of Days - High On Fire

A psychopath has found a sight and a way to be the king

Of days

A rhyme without a poem and the luster of his last ways

The angels of death had a right and a cause for a sorrow

To say

A mortal flight across a chasm and on to the underworld’s

Graves

They sail a burning sun

A war they never won

They toss the fear aside

Never to ask for — pride

The spirits flights into a valley, a darkness that led

Them astray

An infant’s eyes now open, with it a tempter, allude and

Betray

You know your master’s leash is tight and keeps your

Death and your children at bay

The raging maniac aware and knows the cost of his earthly

Maze

They sail a burning sun

A war they never won

They toss the fear aside

Never to ask for — pride