Posted December 1, 200618 yr comment_1245181 As I march through this grassland, Somewhere distant, desolated, but yet nice, I wonder , why there must be war? Why can’t our kings just think twice? And, now, I see, the armies on this field. I am grasping my sword, holding my shield, As the legion of brave, and the horde of the wrath, Collide in a hope to end each others breath . Under this azure sky of hate . And I continue to stab, Again, again and again, Through this mess of bloody steel, Hate is the only thing I can now feel. Under this azure sky of hate . A spear into my enemies hearth, A sword though their chest, To cut off their limbs, So they can… rest. Under this azure sky of hate . And as blood spills on the ground, Somewhere in the depth of my mind, I can actually find, grief for dead, Sadness in this wretched life . This once emerald fields , Are now crimson of blood . The wounded scream, Dead speak no more. There is nothing left to live or die for. ---------------------------------------------------------------- Pesma je njesra, znam, al lupo sam... Ono Opet, mislim, sto da ne postujem?
December 6, 200618 yr comment_1247970 Text bi bio prikladan za neku vrstu epskog metala, hm'. Nije lose, ima djelova da mi se svidjaju...