Mark Knopfler

Mark Knopfler - Punish The Monkey

The Old Ones were,

The Old Ones are,

And the Old Ones shall be.....

A temple of shame,

He is caste in the never-ending maze of darkness,,

Waiting for the light's embrace reaching the path

To the once distant shrine of his atonement

Hope of repention buried under an ocean of forgotten tears,

Consumed with the pain of the innocent's gaze

The passage of time severing the shackles of his enslavement

An oath of damnation ordained by the mark of Cain

Reaping the winter's harvests from untold sins

Equinoctial winds rhyming dirges of enchantment


These bloodstained hands - Can they claim redemption?

I can hear his word - Guiding me to the dawn of my descension

Shadows beyond time - Sentinels of yore

Dreams of the vanquished - Lycantropic eyes spin the web of communion

Beyond the blind sterility of a pri-mordial conscience

The burden of sagacity the lost duality of fate

In this silent shelter the angel of light awaits

I am the nuptial gift to a dying surrogate

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