"Mentally His"
A tribute to Criss Oliva
April 3, 1963 - October 17, 1993
Not seeing you walk beside us anymore.
Hounds cry in devastation.
We scream murder with only fallen memories.
Of exquisite musical revelations.
Turning to you, fans' lived for the night.
While inspired by a content summer's rain.
Now, atop every street where nothing goes on.
Savatage's orchestra is eternally changed.
Together, warriors journeyed through dungeons.
While fists were held high for the rock.
Distributing hymns of sirens and war.
Nobody ever imagined you seeing last dawn.
Miles away, go soar beyond starlight.
A reality still hard to believe.
The un-blemished power our world once felt.
Remains nothing more then a conversation piece.
But legions would venture somewhere in time.
For another chance to hear requiems play.
Into the unholy, along mountains and streets.
Mentally yours, we will forever stay.
written by tagerocker
October 15, 2009
