The Coachman

Back when I was young in the storm lands, he came to take my brothers
With no strength or voice, I crumbled in fear, and he harvested my grief
Painted black as dread, caked in maiden's blood
Burl and bone and rot; a sanitarium
Illumination tempted by the charms of night
Indoctrination of the feeble mind
Tainter of mind foundation, painter of shattered shores
And in the shades of nightfall, riding swift, he steers to your call
Step into the coach and find your broken oaths are inside
By sleight of hand and wake of fate, speak his name, he'll be your guide
Wading in the mire, cloak soaked through your skin
Breathe in petrichor, you leprous harlequin
Stellar floodlight conquers cosmic space, satiate their gaze with just a taste
And in the shades of nightfall, riding swift, he steers to your call
Step into the coach and find, your broken oaths are inside
By sleight of hand and wake of fate, speak his name, he'll be your guide
Reaving fields of hollow bones, He sows the seeds of thought contagion.

Tainter of mind foundation, painter of shattered shores
And in the shades of nightfall, riding swift, he steers to your call
Step into the coach and find, your broken oaths are inside
By sleight of hand and wake of fate, speak his name, he'll be your guide
Step into the coach and find, your wasted life is inside.