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 Posted: Tue Jul 24, 2007 10:16 pm
In these fires he must burn
to prove to all hes learned, that in time
His face will change to look after
Yet in all his dancing grace, still his power fades
Father look deep at the roots of our family
I wish, for this
to come with the made end my force to be reckoned
Will you shun the Stories Teller? Will the end, show us together
side by side
the future holds nothing for this Character
The point of my barrel sings, and how black is the bullets sting
to the Son of Nothing, youll be dead and gone
The cadaver takes youre place among others
To the darkness you may fade, or to Mothers side you may grace
This time youll not leave for nothing
Kill the one who loves you most, And leave them for me as host,
To restore that which was taken
So sure are you on youre path, but unbidden turns deflect you
from the seeing side of the mirrors glass
He waits for you, now go to him
See the battles lost, his eyes are changed
in his eyes youll see the death of a Hero
and the birth of something greater, something worse
The Gaze of Gods Burning Desires.
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Posted: Thu Jul 26, 2007 11:23 am
Please tell me WHO you're refering to in this balad?
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Posted: Wed Sep 26, 2007 2:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 11, 2007 5:51 am
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