My search goes on, seemingly vain…
Traumatic times are a regular phase.
For at each turn, I behold only pain.
Oh why should my people see such days?
I see my land bathed in innocents' blood…
For at each turn, I behold only pain.
Oh why should my people see such days?
I see my land bathed in innocents' blood…
I fear her future is decreed thus bleak.
As I await His light – the cleansing flood.
I remain entranced by this surreal mystique.
I hear a moan, I hear a cry…
As I await His light – the cleansing flood.
I remain entranced by this surreal mystique.
I hear a moan, I hear a cry…
The land is too blood-soaked to till.
As we wait for it all to dry;
The twisted folk deem more blood, to spill!
What times are these, which we live in…?
As we wait for it all to dry;
The twisted folk deem more blood, to spill!
What times are these, which we live in…?
Beneath clouds so dark and skies so grey.
I listen’d to tales of the Devil’s grin…
And unto Frey, did I turn to pray.
O Lord! May Thy rule stay Divine…
I listen’d to tales of the Devil’s grin…
And unto Frey, did I turn to pray.
O Lord! May Thy rule stay Divine…
For our hours on ye Earth are entirely Thine.
I pray – as this sun sets in decline,
I pray – as this sun sets in decline,
It brings peace upon this beloved land of mine!
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Ad majorem Dei gloriam
Comments
and amen to that ...
btw you owe me a post .. remember .. ?
very nice.. :)
profound as always and vy well knit :)
Yes, Sid... I do remember. Working on it. Will talk to you abt it over the weekend.
:)
Good work!
:)
Beautiful and eye opening.
*Applause*
*bows to applause*