samedi 15 septembre 2012

To War

Patience is wearing thin,
Wrongdoing anyhow.
Trying to pressure on,
Just woke the monster.
Follow the blood trail,
Right through hell.

Go down, fall,
Then, rise again.
What don't kill you,
Make you more strong.

I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm sickness.

I guess you guessed wrong.

He who does not fear death,
Cares not for threats.
Thank you for closing the fortress.
I'll patch my scars,
And march to war.

Then it's time I disappear.

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