I saw His eyes
I saw His eyes
They were alive.
They were watching me
In the Moonlight
Piercing me with fire.

Spirit and flesh
Painted with blood
The divine art
Of servitude and worship.

The last candles have burned out
Only the Moon still shines
She too is charmed
She too is hypnotized
By His eyes
His eyes…


By Deakon Anton. From "The Portrait" demo.