Riding through the Northern darkness
Fear lingers, through shade of the trees of old
Bone chilling screams, swept through the darkness
The sun hasn't shone for ages past
Murky waters of lake Glesmodena
Lay ahead with no end or beginning
Once called ocean, but now forgotten
Renamed after a great warrior drowned
The last battle fought in the name of the Great One
On the plains of North where the glorious days of one kingdom resided
Remains of the battle and the warriors fought
Swallowed by abyss risen from the cracks of the earth, never to be seen again
Old Mother Earth has inverted
Leaving nothing, but the gods who lived deep
Melting and suffering are the gods who were once above
Ripped apart, slaughtered and hung at the gallows where once only the meek suffered
Taking another step in the woods of old
Trembling inside, never as it was long ago
The time then, the peace then, never will come again
The loved then, the foes then, never will return
Nothing matters at present
The gods that stood once are crushed below
Taken only there souls, nothing of the earthly possessions
Suffer now! For killing the ones who held you up high!
Too weak to stand now, on the banks of Glesmodena
The dripping blood washed away by the black water swells
The black seeps with white, sense of relief, falling into the water beneath
To join the ones that were once were, the brave, the warriors that once stood
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As It Was, It Is Still
The sun rises from the East as it always does
Another meets death as it always did
The sun goes down in the West as it always does
What will tomorrow bring is the question as it always was.
Start work at morn as we always do
Another meets death as it always did
End work as dusk approaches as we always do
We are still alive aren't we is the question as it always was
We worry for the safety of our children as we always do
Another meets death as it always did
Our worries fade when children get back as they always do
Who kept them alive is the question as it always was
Soldier, patriot wakes up to another day as he always does
Another meets death as it always did
A family moaning and weeping for the lost one as they always did
The patriots are fighting, what are we doing here, is the question as it always was
The Government is right again as it always is
Another meets death as it always did
We believe what the Government said as we always did
Who are we to believe is the question as it always was
Explosion! Run! Lets see! Says one as he always did
Another meets death as it always did
Frailness of mind takes another life away as it always did
The toll has risen, why is that is the question as it always will be
*Thank you Dead or Alive & Imaad Majeed.
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