Its actually supposed to be a song.
Its my first attempt at something like this.
When the lights go down
The darkness descends
Human world sleeps, and
The heavenly strives begin
Begin with a bang, and a calm unheard
Bring pain to the world, a dearth of mirth
(chorus)
Spirits, what do you want?
Spirits, why do you roam?
Spirits, when will this be over?
Spirits, when will you go?
This penance is unending
No use of any cipher
Their plans are flawless
No one on Earth can decipher
*tempo increases*
When all you see
A Rusted Glee
A sorrow like no other
And all you do
Sit back, watch through
Be the gloomy mother
And all you want
Is one more kill
Revenge like no other
But they won't let you
They run the show
Resist and they will slaughter!
Spirits, what do you want?
Spirits, why do you roam?
Spirits, when will this be over?
Spirits, when will you go?
*solo* (a very fast aggressive one)
With all the might we fight them
And fight them hard, yet not enough
For they know everything, and will kill everyone
And the path to victory, for them, is not rough
We try, We cry, unheard, unknown
To stop these wars and live in peace
The wants of few, so immensely high
Profits with war, Losses with peace
*outro*
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
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Written on 2011-09-13 at 18:33
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Its my first attempt at something like this.
Spirits
*intro*When the lights go down
The darkness descends
Human world sleeps, and
The heavenly strives begin
Begin with a bang, and a calm unheard
Bring pain to the world, a dearth of mirth
(chorus)
Spirits, what do you want?
Spirits, why do you roam?
Spirits, when will this be over?
Spirits, when will you go?
This penance is unending
No use of any cipher
Their plans are flawless
No one on Earth can decipher
*tempo increases*
When all you see
A Rusted Glee
A sorrow like no other
And all you do
Sit back, watch through
Be the gloomy mother
And all you want
Is one more kill
Revenge like no other
But they won't let you
They run the show
Resist and they will slaughter!
Spirits, what do you want?
Spirits, why do you roam?
Spirits, when will this be over?
Spirits, when will you go?
*solo* (a very fast aggressive one)
With all the might we fight them
And fight them hard, yet not enough
For they know everything, and will kill everyone
And the path to victory, for them, is not rough
We try, We cry, unheard, unknown
To stop these wars and live in peace
The wants of few, so immensely high
Profits with war, Losses with peace
*outro*
Poetry by Jalaj Soni
Read 447 times
Written on 2011-09-13 at 18:33
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