Feelings Lost by Thundra
Between the sheets of snow, for hundreds of years to
come, lies the age of time.
To dwell upon the signs to come, are the paths of drops
to hear.
To hear the silence of anger seek the fallen flake to
the ground.
For seekers of the swallowed field, may never hear
their battle cry.
Upon the quiet scream of renewal, flows the vein of
souls.
To master the ignorance of shame is far beyond a man.
The seeker of the only cause of flesh that will, revive
is waht the water brings.
Now hear the roar of the wind that sweeps, across the
fjords and hills.
Now feel the souls of unborn childs that seeks the
dying souls.
Awaken not from your sleep, now feel the calling from
afar.
The boiling blood that now flows through these rivers
they call veins.
May lift these arms so that I may slay again
.....and again.....slay again.....
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