Vokals
12-01-2007, 03:31 PM
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..Hades! In : 'Indian, The End'
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http://www.asu.edu/lib/archives/Dawn/25-RR_477_comache.jpg
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. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
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calm, peaceful folk of noble ancestry of which our features spoke
. . . .hopeful, can't test me with powers to even make the seasons choke
kids hatched with swords at birth infact hoping the lord appeared
. . . .to provide our devil stationed desolation intact : some sort of mirth
lives become undone within a hoard of earth, children shun the sun
. . . .heavens never spacious, couldn't afford the berth as the one begun
to stun the tonne ; of us almost nomadic people into havoc steeping
out of nothingness, ravaged steeples with magic savage features
leechers, the dangers of strangers came - they cut down our homes
dug up our mangers, graves : found our bones, yet silent screams never
crowned our thrones, i prayed little so we stayed hidden biding our time
. . . .finding our minds, chiding and guiding children in the colliding of crimes
while mourning and crying with chimes ; our sturdy hearts were dying inside..
born with wonder : eyes prying it wide as childrens lives are torn asunder
with frightening pace the lightning pace of our downfall was sworn to thunder
belittled with haste, we pondered battle : will blood trickle to taste?
sickle we paced and laundered, the consequence of mans little mistakes..
the idea of our homes back, simple to take, but it had been whittled to waste
riddles we faced : became hungry for blood, dead strangers appeared in places
blood smeared their faces, we worked as assassins and feared their races
jeered yet veered from weird cases ; white beasts displaying the devils fury
meddled with heavens cure see, death to the white man : an enveloped jury
. . . .explaining craving, waiting our hatred almost radiating ; a developed curie
....eloped at a vagabonds pace : we grew with a levelled glance
A better chance we became bold, brazen - let out our embevelled dance
through the sky, i said we musn't battle head on, we would be crucified
hopes frayed, loosely tied : we moved foolishly forward to the invading camp
. . . .I claimed delaying cramp, i was a lame coward : a praying champ
i dreamt : it was raining, damp : the water felt weird, as it was coloured scarlet
. . . .all kids, brothers, harlots and elders fell, there goes another starlet
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.
.
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
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.
.
http://www.bluecorncomics.com/pics/endspr1.jpg
. . . .we had no planned actions exempt for attacking the damned faction
. . .rushed as our whole world pushed forward as one, never lacked traction
we tested our spears, ripped out weapons while they had smith and wessons..
. . . .we knew not what it meant, but had been hit with lessons, lift our presence?
i tried, alas our spirit hit rock bottom, courageous men? we had not got them
. . . .i dared to synthesise as fire burned within my eyes, the pivot of our hot problem
. . . .we moved with fluency always together never with acts of truancy
. . . .we shall not falter lash, mash or alter until its fact, we're proven free
we were overpowered by their steel, each time hitting clean blood...
showered while they steal, falin in forseen mud why did we attack with lean wood?
it soon ended, the invaders had strange weapons my brothers had vague methods
never a boon mended, i was the last one left, i was an estranged deathwish..
death, a deranged fetish
our lives burned..
..the plan..
cowardice took me...
....i turned and ran
...i reached an old surface where i found it to be cold, mirthless
i looked around and a metal object spat steel into my head,
my eyes closed, worthless...
.
.
.
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
.
.
.
..
.
..Hades! In : 'Indian, The End'
...
..
.
http://www.asu.edu/lib/archives/Dawn/25-RR_477_comache.jpg
.
.
.
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
.
.
.
calm, peaceful folk of noble ancestry of which our features spoke
. . . .hopeful, can't test me with powers to even make the seasons choke
kids hatched with swords at birth infact hoping the lord appeared
. . . .to provide our devil stationed desolation intact : some sort of mirth
lives become undone within a hoard of earth, children shun the sun
. . . .heavens never spacious, couldn't afford the berth as the one begun
to stun the tonne ; of us almost nomadic people into havoc steeping
out of nothingness, ravaged steeples with magic savage features
leechers, the dangers of strangers came - they cut down our homes
dug up our mangers, graves : found our bones, yet silent screams never
crowned our thrones, i prayed little so we stayed hidden biding our time
. . . .finding our minds, chiding and guiding children in the colliding of crimes
while mourning and crying with chimes ; our sturdy hearts were dying inside..
born with wonder : eyes prying it wide as childrens lives are torn asunder
with frightening pace the lightning pace of our downfall was sworn to thunder
belittled with haste, we pondered battle : will blood trickle to taste?
sickle we paced and laundered, the consequence of mans little mistakes..
the idea of our homes back, simple to take, but it had been whittled to waste
riddles we faced : became hungry for blood, dead strangers appeared in places
blood smeared their faces, we worked as assassins and feared their races
jeered yet veered from weird cases ; white beasts displaying the devils fury
meddled with heavens cure see, death to the white man : an enveloped jury
. . . .explaining craving, waiting our hatred almost radiating ; a developed curie
....eloped at a vagabonds pace : we grew with a levelled glance
A better chance we became bold, brazen - let out our embevelled dance
through the sky, i said we musn't battle head on, we would be crucified
hopes frayed, loosely tied : we moved foolishly forward to the invading camp
. . . .I claimed delaying cramp, i was a lame coward : a praying champ
i dreamt : it was raining, damp : the water felt weird, as it was coloured scarlet
. . . .all kids, brothers, harlots and elders fell, there goes another starlet
.
.
.
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
.
.
.
http://www.bluecorncomics.com/pics/endspr1.jpg
. . . .we had no planned actions exempt for attacking the damned faction
. . .rushed as our whole world pushed forward as one, never lacked traction
we tested our spears, ripped out weapons while they had smith and wessons..
. . . .we knew not what it meant, but had been hit with lessons, lift our presence?
i tried, alas our spirit hit rock bottom, courageous men? we had not got them
. . . .i dared to synthesise as fire burned within my eyes, the pivot of our hot problem
. . . .we moved with fluency always together never with acts of truancy
. . . .we shall not falter lash, mash or alter until its fact, we're proven free
we were overpowered by their steel, each time hitting clean blood...
showered while they steal, falin in forseen mud why did we attack with lean wood?
it soon ended, the invaders had strange weapons my brothers had vague methods
never a boon mended, i was the last one left, i was an estranged deathwish..
death, a deranged fetish
our lives burned..
..the plan..
cowardice took me...
....i turned and ran
...i reached an old surface where i found it to be cold, mirthless
i looked around and a metal object spat steel into my head,
my eyes closed, worthless...
.
.
.
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
. . . .our camp is never death willed, doom. . . .
. . . pleased with settled gloom . . .
. . . .comfortable where the trees shall never bloom. . . .
.
.
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