Ah.. Ah..
Covered by shadows of Northern sunset,
Tormented child of the age of terror.
There is no time to waste on useless regret.
Argh!
I hear the growl of the raging storm,
Raging storm.
Forgotten sentinels, They’re calling me.
The enemies are gathering,
Gathering.
They’ll burn in flames of agony.
Thee agony.
I can feel the air is tightening,
Below pale lacerated skies.
Such bleeding splatter gush out,
They’ll please the thirst of Ruby scythe.
The Grim eyes shine in darkness,
Betrayed for thousand years.
I wish I’ll stand against Them
And will not fall into abyss
Of oblivion. To insanity..
La-La-La.. La~Ah..
Advent of Fall, I see again,
How kingdom falls and lost the game.
Grey Cinder ash on sear red leaves
Of broken lives soar down beneath,
To oblivion of insanity..
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this is the sound of the future, I can't say how many times I've wondered how my life would have been Bill and Lance and Myself kicking alien ass for once and for all, Earth, a peaceful place. jptj24