Words are broken, thoughts are seen. No longer free to mind so the soul must be. The end of time can bring of hope, yet alter visions of the warm hearted ghost. Grip the fire, let it grow. spring to action to and fro. the war is coming, hold hands high. Death is waiting he knows the game, try to beat him yet lose to inflicting pain. The sand man sleeps yet the rage moves on. Fight for honor, fight for god, fight for the man with the golden rod.
To brighten eyes to speak the mind. To figure the fight is but a crime. Go to war yet never die for visions seen. Minds are sleeping, the devil creeps, through the shadows into hearts. Unwillingly frozen, the churning of a broken beat. Weakness drawn darkness sweeps. Possesion for the possessed a demon's trade to meet no match.
To think a thought not of own. To take a life, to raise a hand, to synthesize an unholy band. Light of lord to show the path. Break the curse end the wrath, with saviors blood forgiven sins are never more. Speak the light and tell the tail, the devil must not prevail.
