Sharks That Circle

Death descending In silver screams They hide under a shield Made of clear glass ___ ___ They tower high over hills (The Valley stretched)? No Ropes No Nooses The guillotine begins its fall No skulls No corpses The name in blood of conquered souls Bow down to your Liquid form Don't be deceived Devour lights - The sharks that circle here Have tamed their kill No Ropes No Nooses The guillotine begins its fall No skulls No corpses The name in blood of conquered souls Swallowing light Glorious day __ With such a sound The death of (stars?) They rise and take you Like ghost ships always do