Frozen Ground by Thundra
In between the sword and flesh, feelings reveal the
nature of man. Songs of hate of flow through our nature
like water of blood.
Sounds of the last breath is the hunger of man, survive
the strong. The way of the mankind thus feelings
exsist, but do not show. Chosen by veins, fate does now
mean what is shows, it waits but does not feel. Save
what there is not, so drowned in sorrow, there is no
end.
Mankind stands resolve what path to go, make your way
to battle and fight. Follow to the frozen ground,
choose one of the thousand trails and take a stand.
Makes a mans blood pure when noble do ,hypocrisy saves
the life you enjoy. To evoke the lunacy that beholds
would pain then suffer. Wake what ever it will but do
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