A N T I
9th October 2004, 16:47
Annihilation and Salvation
This' a story, 'bout the bloke in blue
a man of no worry, stout man of few.
His' face unseen, and name unknown,
but doings are many, and skills renowned.
And tho the name, is forever unheard
his long blue coat, is link to a word
It no meaning, its just a sound
but widely known, as the killing Cound
Under his hood, a shadow guard
a face o power, but also the Hoard
Hiding our truth, the truth of man
enclosing the meaning, the creators han'
The Cound is killing, and the victims elicit
an eligy of decay, a sorrow that sought.
they wanted to witness, the truth beneath the blue
but 'te cound is unforgiving, he kills those who do.
he watching upon, the erring man;
the Cound is not as ease
they're kill eachother, like the truth he hides
it's the slow decay, of the big society
the condemnation of decay, the clad in white
is lurking; sniffing; in each and another head.
he hides behind our weary eyes, came once thro' the night
they cannot see him, cause they're the ones who is fed
by his lust for etarnal blood.
the Cound his powerless, don't try to see the his face
we made the clad in White, he blur's our human eyes
instead look forward, into the deep red haze
where the Cound waits bare, he gives you a sword wich repells the lies.
extend your arm, for eternal life
it went kinda downhill in the last phrases...
This' a story, 'bout the bloke in blue
a man of no worry, stout man of few.
His' face unseen, and name unknown,
but doings are many, and skills renowned.
And tho the name, is forever unheard
his long blue coat, is link to a word
It no meaning, its just a sound
but widely known, as the killing Cound
Under his hood, a shadow guard
a face o power, but also the Hoard
Hiding our truth, the truth of man
enclosing the meaning, the creators han'
The Cound is killing, and the victims elicit
an eligy of decay, a sorrow that sought.
they wanted to witness, the truth beneath the blue
but 'te cound is unforgiving, he kills those who do.
he watching upon, the erring man;
the Cound is not as ease
they're kill eachother, like the truth he hides
it's the slow decay, of the big society
the condemnation of decay, the clad in white
is lurking; sniffing; in each and another head.
he hides behind our weary eyes, came once thro' the night
they cannot see him, cause they're the ones who is fed
by his lust for etarnal blood.
the Cound his powerless, don't try to see the his face
we made the clad in White, he blur's our human eyes
instead look forward, into the deep red haze
where the Cound waits bare, he gives you a sword wich repells the lies.
extend your arm, for eternal life
it went kinda downhill in the last phrases...