"Deadly Innocence"
Thy sheen grow dull in autumn light, Thy feathers rough from evening flight. And thy path grow dimmer still, I run thy plains with holy might
"Whi-Ah!" "Whi-Ah!"
The muscles scream with no relent, To stop and rest the evening spent. Thy refuse to stop the chase For those I love are still at stake.
"Whi-Ah!" "Whi-Ah!"
They path runs cold it well may seem Through rivers vallies plains and streams I spread thy wings with pure desire TO keep it from thy dam and sire
"Whi-Ah!" "Whi-Ah!"
Thy blood runs hot with fear and hate To put an end to thy own fate Down thy plundge with thy war cry And thy am left to tarve and die
"Whi-Ah!" "Whi-Ah!"
Thy crippled bones with flesh and blood Lie useless in the stinking mud Though soul released from thy own fate Thy sould is cripples with thy hate
"Whi-Ah!" "Whi-Ah!"
Disease took over thy as foal For it stole away thy very soul Thy released from its cold grasp wander till the very last
"Whi-Ah!" "Whi-Ah!"
Thy war cry heard forevermore remind of what it had in store The pain and fear it did create fell into thy own fate
"Whi-Ah!" "Whi-Ah!"
Aribis · Sun Sep 30, 2007 @ 05:58am · 0 Comments |