Shepherd's Pie

Walking on the softest feet
Each step is a price to pay
With saddened eyes and tears, her statue bleeds
As her followers kneel and pray

Sign and fade
They follow the hollow sounds
Shine and blaze
As they open the gate to the graves

Sheering off the softest fleece
This garment is a disguise
Upon this flock, the wolf pack eats
An unholy shepherd’s pie