Marching Choir

Ragging fires,
Chorus sing,
Death to stone...
Bells shall ring!

From hells gate,
the march goes on,
twisted devils,
chanting their song.

Death and rot,
flesh and bone,
from sacred arts,
their truth on stone!

Lies to dust,
Ashes rebuilt,
their powers unite,
and doers to silt.

They know her name,
revenge is to be sweet,
though may I ask,
please be neat!

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© KayD [2006]