Corruption Songa sword is forged in dragon fire created for an old man's hate it's edge to cause a king to fear as all he rules is laid to waste and in this burning kingdom's loss Corruption knows the real triumphCorruption Song
in the moment of smith's triumph when he is to absorb the fire he pours into the blade his loss the metal dyed red by his hate his noble talent gone to waste to cause a countryside to fear
in years to come the kingdom's fear of the dread blade "Infernal Triumph" which emerged from the Eastern Waste who's wielder bears a dragon's fire and e
Soldiers of the lord.Through the winter and the summer Marched the soldiers of the lord To the land where jesus walked To put infidels to the swordSoldiers of the lord.
On their way they find a village Filled with faithful friendly folk They burn and kill and rape, then pillage And leave dead bare for a joke
And once they get to Israel’s desert The soldiers fight the arab “horde” Kill the native folk for jesus And all the wine you can afford
And as the Turks arrive and take them These precious “soldiers of the lord” And give them death as Jesus once had Crusaders get their j
TricksterShadow mist and smoke surround me, Flow from tongue that never lies Madness follows in my footsteps Chaos’ fire in my eyes I come to you to make an offer And for my gifts there is no price Adventure’s fortune, life unending,Trickster
Wouldn’t this be something nice? Simply look on me in kindness, Take the pleasure’s that I give There’s no reason for your shyness What way is that for you to live? Walk with me from logic’s fortress
Break the door and outward stride Mist will twirl beneath our footsteps
And on the wave of life we ride Through the swirling m
What Is Love?What is love that does not sting, even as rose petals trail the way? What is passion that does not exclude?What Is Love?
Acceptance that does not find life wanting? What shape has a woman who does not curve, What shape a man who does not yearn? The greatest hope of life is this; That love has no sting. Even as rose petals fall on the way,
love will lie with guilt together. Behold the rose-red daisy, Blushed with grief and crushed in the snow. Yes, what is love that does not sting?
An Ode To Playing RolesWatch me while I disappear While everything we think draws nearer Dressed in fancy evening clothes To shelter and to fantasizeAn Ode To Playing Roles
Nothing but to run away Hide from another boring day Wait for the evening to begin Out of someone's ancient eyes
Hands they joke and fingers fly Across the opalescent sky Let us hold our breaths and pray
For the passing of a boring day
.To The One I Miss.To the one whose voice is string, reeling me in for more and more. To the one my thoughts are circling, as I'm walking out the door..To The One I Miss.
To the picture on my desk smirking, to the one I can't ignore. To the one my thoughts are circling, as I'm walking out the door.
For in my mind the keys are working, I think of naught but he-I-adore, the one my thoughts are circling, as I'm walking out the door.
Colors wildly dancing and berserking, and your form will take the floor. For you're the one my thoughts are circling as I'm walking out the doo
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