

Alone in the SnowOut in the wilds where birds sing and the sun still shines A clothes clad skeleton lies fallen in the snow A round him the snow lies, his death left no other signs No other then the skeleton alone shall we knowAlone in the Snow
He was running you see, and thats why he fell Running in terror, running from pain, running with madness, running insane He ran from his vision, he went so pell-mell His terror he took with him to the grave, the whole world he thought he had slain.
He had run through the hills from his home He ran for days through a city turned grave The sight, was terrible


The EndThe end is comingThe End
The end is nigh The end is nearing The end has come Decades of warning behind us Centuries of prophecies beneath us We heard the calls from other times We saw the signs written by other hands Yet did we listen? Have we prevailed? Prevailed against prophecy? No No we have not We cannot Cannot have a second chance The angles four held back for so long Have now been loosed into our throng The earth shall know their fires fierce The fires of the purifier that they shall sow Held back for so long From the task


EndlessI walk onto the grass filled meadow. I walk onto the ash choked field. The endless green stopped only by water. The endless black stopped only by corpses. Light of the Sun warms my soul. Echoes of drums stir my anger. The songs of birds echo abroad. The cries of war are resounding. Two hearts in union. Two souls as one. I am peace. I am war. To have one of us abide. You must ready for the other. Love. Hate. White. Black. One gained after pain. One stopped by compassion. If you want me. You must fight. If you hateEndless
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When he comes, you'll know. Be ready!
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"March on, ioine brauelie, let us to it pell mell, If not to heaven then hand in hand to hell." -Shakespeare's Richard III
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