Bhelliom The Alternate Vision
Scatter the ashes of the fellow fallen
Fueling the fear for the future calling
Burning redemption, the flowers wither
Into oblivion we now slither
Burned to the bone...
And you don't ever want to know
Needful is the power,
And pitiful are our lives,
Of who are wished to be feared,
Rather than scorned.
For a new perception,
Towards the vision,
Amidst the fires,
For the new empire
We're haunted by bloodstains and cries,
Filled with the screams beyond our tainted lives
To rid the past, as long as I last
Planting from scratch,
The seeds of a forgotten time
For a new perception,
Towards the vision,
Amidst the fires,
For the new empire
Rays of hope for us,
In me you trust,
Building the bridges that gives us the new daylight.
Needful is the power,
And pitiful are our lives,
Of who are wished to be feared,
Rather than scorned.
For a new perception,
Towards the vision,
Amidst the fires,
For the new empire
