Glory to the Dead
Chasing the fabulous dead, floating beggars and superimposed unnatural neglect
Sun affects,
when you least expect.
Devil is playing fiddle in your sold head.
No future, no fat trains can be seen ahead.
No respect —
flowers bloom, then uncontrollably die.
What a contaminated pie,
road to ruin, all is bleeding neon lie.
Side by side,
hide in hide,
thunders roar through heavens — all willing decibels please: decide.
Choose your bride,
ride the endless tide.
What is yours,
what is mine —
justice or divine?
Let it be light,
let it shine.
What is yours,
what is mine —
justice or divine?
Let it be light,
let it shine.
This feels too damn fine.
Steel meets steel,
anger of old meets human’s awakened will.
Steel is bashing unnamed steel —
run to the highest crumbling mountain,
find the best phantom hill.
Love is love,
but sometimes warriors live for the perfect kill.
Sometimes we break all dams,
in chosen fire we steal the might that screams with no voice
behind the seventh seal.
Sinners or good men,
be ready —
be ready to take your deserved kill.
This night, this night
they need to know…
how it truly feels.
Satan is real,
and he does not kneel.
Abandoned, tainted blood
and fresh skin
will reluctantly peel.
Time, time — the time has come
to know how does it really feel.
No more,
no more one-sided deals…
no more shadows
and broken hills.
Side by side,
hide in hide,
independent thunders roar through heavens — decide.
Choose your vibrating stellar bride,
ride the endless impossible tide.
What is yours,
what is mine —
justice or divine?
Let it be light,
let it shine.
What is yours,
what is mine —
justice or divine?
Let it be light,
let it shine.
Let it shine.
Let it shine.
Let it shine!!!
(SCREAM ×3)
What is yours,
what is mine —
justice or divine?-(silently)
Bonus:
HP 5202