By our blindness and stupidity We kill... everything
Can someone see our self destruction? Are we reminding ourselves That our existence is So delicate
In 1000 years what will be our legacy
We torch this earth until it bleeds Rain ashes from the sky Just to make a light that no one can see We cut this earth until it bleeds Rain ashes from the sky -Carbon
Order is shattered in a strange guttural tone that resounded along the walls of the houses, which seemed dead and deserted, while behind the closed shutters, eyes watched the conquerors, who, by right of the war, were now masters of the city and of the lives and fortunes of its people.
In their darkened rooms the inhabitants have given way to the same feeling of panic which is aroused by natural cataclysms; those devastating upheavals of the earth against which wisdom and strength alike are of no avail. The same feelings experienced whenever the established order of things is upset, when security ceases to exist, when all that was previously protected by the laws of man or nature is suddenly placed at the mercy of brutal, unreasoning force.
The earthquake, burying a whole people beneath the ruins of their houses; the river in spate, sweeping away the bodies of drowned peasants, together with the carcasses of cattle and rafters torn from roofs; or the victorious army slaughtering all who resist, making prisoners of the rest, looting by right of the sword, and thanking their god to the sound of cannon.
All these are terrifying scourges which undermine all our belief in eternal justice, and all the trust we have been taught to place in divine protection and human reason. -Chosen
Can I start again and erase this pain by casting doubts into the waters, asking judgement of the sea. Though fortune may guide to the fools I have no wish to be free until I am gone.
Damn the illusion of redemption and the hopes that held me here. I will oppose all that would befall me. With this rage inside of me I will defy what I would become.
Only embers now smoulder where bridges once burned. I feel alive and yet I fear what may happen now. I know I can't return. -Distant
This is your world. These are your people. You can live for yourself today, or help build tomorrow for everyone. -Foreward
Passive fields. January two thousand and twelve. A nation that stands alone. Cold voices, faces pale, gathered unto their judgement day. Such pride remains unbroken. Such words remain unspoken. Just mothers to stand in vain and cry. Tears and medals in the rain. Shall I recall when justice did prevail? No reason to be found why reason did fail. The all clear resounding. The way was clear to rebuild this land. Shall I call on you to guide me well, to see our hopes and dreams fulfilled? On this day of our ascension.
Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for. For our spirit and laws and ways. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. For heaven or hell we shall not wait. Shall I think of honour as lies or lament it's aged slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger on this day in this stone chamber?
The all clear resounding. The way was clear to rebuild this land. Shall I call on you to guide me well. To see our hopes and dreams fulfilled. On this day of our ascension, on this day we praise the fallen.
Stand your ground this is what we are fighting for. For our spirit and laws and ways. Cry havoc and let slip the dogs of war. For heaven or hell we shall not wait. Shall I think of honour as lies or lament it's aged slow demise? Shall I stand as a total stranger on this day in this stone chamber? -Honor
Thus to Holy War, our songs that turned to roar. Onward in our cause, we judged by holy laws. Hailed the sacred creed, fell on bended knee. Death that filled our wake, blood that stained our hands.
Thus we reached the land, sacred man beheld. Vessel of a sin, none shall call him King. Thorns were always gold, blood that never flowed Death lay in his wake, blood that stained his hands.
Take away his shield. Tear apart his standard. Shouting, sanctify this holy lie.
Wash your face with tears. Wash your hands with soil. Wash away this holy lie.
Dawn across the land, return to ancient creed Mother, Father, child. Now and ever be. Praise the wind and rain, praise the joy and pain. Never havoc cry nor loose the dogs of war. -Outremer
The Devil take you for his needs while children stab you and make you bleed. You'll repent for what you've done for raping my Daughter, raping my Son. -Serial Code
There is anger resolute. Rears its familiar head on the TV screen. In a dozen bags a life was placed. In a breath he smiled and waved. Five minutes at a time the power held true. Without consternation our laws are lost. Lost to butchers, lost to child killers, lost to narcotic ritual. Another tag, another headline. Another smiling face shall stay 10 winters long forever. And where are the angels to guard? Where is the God of men and children? He is stalking the minds of dark poor souls. I know it's right and I know it's time for freedom: to kill another and to kill another and to kill another child of the flag till there are none left. another and to kill another and to kill another... -Serial Killer