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 Posted: Sun Apr 22, 2007 12:37 pm
Dry your eyes and quietly bear this pain with pride
For heaven shall remember the silent and the brave
And promise me, they will never see, the fear within our eyes
We will give strength to those who still remain
So bury fear for fate draws near and hide the signs of pain
With noble acts, the bravest souls endure the heart's remains
Discard regret, that in this debt a better world is made
That children of a newer day might remember, and avoid our fate.
And in the fury of this darkest hour we will be your light
You've asked me for my sacrifice and I am Winter born
Without denying, a faith is come that I have never known
I hear the angels call my name and I am Winter born
Hold your head up high-for there is no greater love
Think of the faces of the people you defend
And promise me, they will never see the tears within our eyes
Although we are men with mortal sins, angels never cry
So bury fear for fate draws near and hide the signs of pain
With noble acts, the bravest souls endure the heart's remains
Discard regret, that in this debt a better world is made
That children of a newer day might remember, and avoid our fate.
And in the fury of this darkest hour we will be your light
You've asked me for my sacrifice and I am Winter born
Without denying, a faith in God that I have never known
I hear the angels call my name and I am Winter born
And in the fury of this darkest hour
I will be your light
A lifetime for this destiny
For I am Winter born
And in this moment...
I will not run, it is my place to stand
We few shall carry hope
Within our bloodied hands
And in our Dying
We're more alive-than we have ever been
I've lived for these few seconds
For I am Winter born
And in the fury of this darkest hour
We will be the light
You've asked me for my sacrifice
And I am Winter born
Without denying, a faith in man
That I have never known
I hear the angels call my name
And I am Winter born
Within this moment now
I am for you, though better men have failed
I will give my life for love
For I am Winter born
And in my dying I'm more alive, than I have ever been
I will make this sacrifice for I am Winter born
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How about we all reflect on these lyrics? Read them carefully. Read them again. Then, if you feel so inclined, write a response, any response, in regards to the lyrics.
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Posted: Fri Jun 01, 2007 6:11 pm
these are some of the most poingnat lyrics ever written clearly they can be applied to christ but i reflect on a number of people you?
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Posted: Sat Jun 09, 2007 4:09 pm
Well, my personal take on the lyrics is that they are about soldiers going to war, people laying down their lives for love, and for what they believe in.
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Posted: Fri Jun 15, 2007 8:37 pm
I will cry out into the night,
and let my anguish die away.
I will thrust my agony aside,
to prepare for a new day.
I always took it for granted that they were referring to Christ.
In this moment my strength failed,
I was falling through the ground.
in the distance my soul wailed,
all my parts became unbound.
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2007 6:46 am
  In fragments of an instant
The chaos has returned
And all that was left to sentiment
Beneath the banner burnedI think that if you look at the lyrics for what they are, exactly as they are written, it would be about soldiers going to war... however, I think, that on an underlying level it can be about life, love, religion... it is a very intense piece that always brings goosebumps to my skin for whatever reason it is. I think it is about martyrs in general. It is about the Generation that is now, trying to make things better for the next generation. Rogue has reached an age now, where statistically, he would start realizing that there is a generation below him... and that he himself is not part of the youngest generation.. and he is rising beautifully to the challenge of being a leader now rather then a rebel. in my opinion that is very much what Winterborn is about. And as that voice was slow receded
Into echoes, memory
My doubts were re-ignited
And fear awakened from its sleep
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