Heretics of present day,
crusaders of the misbelieve,
the day when sky turns to gray,
the day when the lost ones are tired to be desieved.
Why is the blue in the sky only a illusion,
why is the hope nothing but a withering rose?
Lust for wealth is greater than need for serenity,
Power for wealth,wealth for power, you tell me why,
only thing you can't find anywhere is humanity,
when does the Mother Nature break down and cry?
When does the river of creed stop roaming free,
when does the the wolf of mine howl for last time?
10th soldier down, all hope has drown,
Slayer of the dreamer shall wear the crown.
Sleeping poet let's out his last wail,
dead, not allowed to live to tell the tale.
Alive, but dead. Still here, but faraway,
Breathing but still cold, still running from the hold.
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Pidin tästä.
"Why is the blue in the sky only a illusion,
why is the hope nothing but a withering rose?"
Kirjoitat hyvin :)
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