Paradise Lost Dying Freedom
As a withered hand grips tight through fear The cold caressing rains The reaping arms of silence, evolve for us to see Overruled by a lack of patience, it's untold That's the secret that has made us Constructive powers flow desire The last intense degree Scratching at the surface, for all of us to hear Gather round, the secrets that you know And the speech that makes blood flow Blame desire, you'll blame revenge Standing at the solemn shores Where blessed fools are born Happiness is wasted, wasted blood and tears Re-abuse infiltration. it's untold Raping life from other nations The ritual explosive fires Rewarding enemies Shells of empty faces, crying to be free Dying free, the spirits gather round While the soul lays underground Will the voices call again?
