|Knight of Swords - Blood Poison
||[Jan. 20th, 2006|08:36 am]
|[||Numbly-ish feeling, sorta like I'm
|||||GRIM AND FROSTBITTEN||]|
|||||Crebain - Cries of my mother||]|
Armies of culture
All poised with rifles empty
Why do they sound off these anthems?
And celebrate their history as if they where living it?
Here I see no great conquerers
Across the land I see nothing but those
Who cling to echos and icons
When will their ancestry be seen for the reality
It is spoiled
In this cesspool of idealism
I will show you true embracing
Of the rage centuries old
Someone with me will you stand?!
And stop the bleeding of this earth
The human trash is now at the brink
Of turning our destiny
In to a sewer of blood poisoning
Now it's death or ascension
No one can save you from your own dilution...