Risen from the Hollows
There rises a darkness from the sorrow's
Carrying weapons from tomorrow
Dragging corpses to the hollow's
Friends and family seen never more
People in the hollow sit by the fire light
Whispering stories of winter creeping in cold night
And of fallen leaders who bow in sad fright
To kings who hold no title right
Bow like self respecting whores
Then the necromancer come a calling
And dark magic it comes a crawling
Flesh dripping like little pieces
Bones rising up off the floor
Weapons in their hands their given
To this army they have risen
With only one order given
March, march upon their door
Now at the door their weapons knocking
Raven's sent to do the talking
Faith and sanity is dropping
Blood's spilling upon the floor
Carrying weapons from tomorrow
Dragging corpses to the hollow's
Friends and family seen never more
People in the hollow sit by the fire light
Whispering stories of winter creeping in cold night
And of fallen leaders who bow in sad fright
To kings who hold no title right
Bow like self respecting whores
Then the necromancer come a calling
And dark magic it comes a crawling
Flesh dripping like little pieces
Bones rising up off the floor
Weapons in their hands their given
To this army they have risen
With only one order given
March, march upon their door
Now at the door their weapons knocking
Raven's sent to do the talking
Faith and sanity is dropping
Blood's spilling upon the floor
Hero's
With a sadness in her eyes she puts on the mask
She looks in her heart and remembers her task
To protect the people from demons so old
With the nights that get dark and her bed that gets cold
Most can not fathom the life she gives up
For the people of the city to drink from the cup
To be the worker by day and the hero by night
For the chance to be good and to do what seems right
When you look in yourself could you rise to the task
To give up so much, to put on that mask
Would you be afraid to fight or to fall
With so much unknown could you answer that call
"there is greatness in everyone if you look inside, its the choices and sacrifices that define the hero's we become"
She looks in her heart and remembers her task
To protect the people from demons so old
With the nights that get dark and her bed that gets cold
Most can not fathom the life she gives up
For the people of the city to drink from the cup
To be the worker by day and the hero by night
For the chance to be good and to do what seems right
When you look in yourself could you rise to the task
To give up so much, to put on that mask
Would you be afraid to fight or to fall
With so much unknown could you answer that call
"there is greatness in everyone if you look inside, its the choices and sacrifices that define the hero's we become"
On the way to her Door.
In a different view
And a different light
In different dreams
On a different night
In many wishes
And in lost faith
In the eyes of the lord
But at the devils gate
In a voice once spoken
And in words unheard
In the depths of the soul
On the edge of my nerves
In one last act
And thoughts so pure
In the mist of the corruption
The knock at the door
And a different light
In different dreams
On a different night
In many wishes
And in lost faith
In the eyes of the lord
But at the devils gate
In a voice once spoken
And in words unheard
In the depths of the soul
On the edge of my nerves
In one last act
And thoughts so pure
In the mist of the corruption
The knock at the door
I Remember Hell.
I remember Hell and this darkness they confined me to.. Walls of granite and dust barely visible.
For a moment you can hear the screams carry through the night only to be swallowed by the silence, for months I have stared into the abyss inside… demons lurk there, taunting me with unholy images and thoughts of freedom.
By misguided faith and broken will I offer up my soul, jokingly at first but this is enough, this is the point the monsters inside have been waiting for..
I can feel them, pulling, scratching at the skin to get out.
The feelings fade, all of them.. Love, Hope, Compassion.. They fall from grace as the monster from within comes to surface. Soulless and transformed I can feel the hunger…..
I hear the voices from the other side as I walk this earth, I will slay for you my master… blood beyond measure will stain the ground.
I am no longer in Hell, I now am Hell itself.
For a moment you can hear the screams carry through the night only to be swallowed by the silence, for months I have stared into the abyss inside… demons lurk there, taunting me with unholy images and thoughts of freedom.
By misguided faith and broken will I offer up my soul, jokingly at first but this is enough, this is the point the monsters inside have been waiting for..
I can feel them, pulling, scratching at the skin to get out.
The feelings fade, all of them.. Love, Hope, Compassion.. They fall from grace as the monster from within comes to surface. Soulless and transformed I can feel the hunger…..
I hear the voices from the other side as I walk this earth, I will slay for you my master… blood beyond measure will stain the ground.
I am no longer in Hell, I now am Hell itself.