The White Grave
Forsaken at the hands of those who've tried,To bring about a society where the millions have cried,
A last stand to the minds of those who wish us harm,
And a monument to the memory of those who've died
Let's stand out amoungst the dead,
Let's take a stroll on the side of treason,
And fight to save the sons of tomorrow,
Whom to sleep they rest their soft head
As we march through the cemetary grounds,
Skeletons dance alongside us,
And we play in the shadows of the flame,
Our eyes reflect the crosses atop the mounds,
The Damned that walk with us bow their heads in shame
The blade within my right hand,
Is stained deep with crimson blood,
As we cut through the enemies that seek to destroy our land,
We pour through the front lines like a flood
As I stood upon the highest tomb,
My sword held way up high,
Like thunder our deafening cries would boom,
We stood like angels in defiance of the sky
Our hope lies in the cleansing of their sins,
And as my body twitches with mounting pain,
They fall to the ground like needles and pins,
Releived by the very bittersweet scent of rain.
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