Another one of the songs I wrote. L'Hymne Du Morte
Swirls of rapturous dark, destroy my soul, Breaking apart the
boundaries of hell,
Through death our friends may see the pain carved through their lives
going against the grain
Stab a hole through the silence, Rip a piece from the god,
Painted abstracts which grace the walls, in respect of the tormented
one
The tormented one
Disfigured and Burnt
In the shadows he hides
As he crawls through the night
Now you may find in the black
A deeper sense of who you are
A judgement over time
A dream revive your past
but where your heading, you know
It isn't shining so bright
A lantern in the mist
A hymn sounding your last dawn
Though Death marks my end
Let the brain live on
A testament to many
Though a message aimed at one
A force to be reckoned with
as it lingers over the grave
Closely guarded thoughts and no binds for these wounds
As the gods rip the flesh straight from my bones
An existence deserved for an evil soul
Drill through my head I wont feel a thing
Its living thats painful let me wallow in hell
Let me wallow in hell
Try and break from the chains
From the dark depths I rise
As I head towards the light
Through the dark corridors of despair, to a place of rest,
the candles bare light on the grave, the true final rest
Now you may find in the black
A deeper sense of who you are
A judgement over time
A dream may revive your past
but where your heading, you know
It isn't shining so bright
A lantern in the mist
A hymn sounding your last dawn
Copyright © 2007-2008 Paul Butcher
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This post has been edited by OrganisedConfusion: Feb 14 2008, 02:49 PM
But maybe I will after I finish some of them.
