Although the mind be afflicted
There was Jesus through the music that man played.
Oh, here they are again the voices that no one could hear that caused him to fail.
From strings of two to four, he filled a man's heart and found salvation.
Oh there is Nirvana in music, a passionate lover indeed. Oh how his music moved me. To tears and back again. I found myself in another world. One of truth and vitality, where the air was so tangible it was as if I was walking through water.
Oh I finally saw color rippling around me!
Oh how his music touches me!
Dripped on wounds I am strong again. I can live a little more.
With it I am all powerful.
I can fly, sing, dance my way out of hell for once.
But because the mind was afflicted, he saw the truth.
There is an end to every tune.
Because he was afflicted he asked himself:
"How long can one run from hell before the music stops?"
Ladies and Gentlemen, it is because of this he NEVER drops the bow.
And it is because of this I will NEVER stop listening.
Thank you.
Monday, July 5, 2010
In Noctem's Inspiration
Carry our souls into the night.
Lead us not to desperation!
And through the years we hope to find a lesser revelation.
Bring me the broom, I hear the wind chimes, the battle begins right under the stars. Oh I heard bells all the time signaling salvation. And I could chant all the while, I could swing the staff in the water, I could sing hymnals of sweet sorrow only in recognition.
Captain! Lead us not into desperation for the fear is overwhelming! Our people's past is slowly fading,oh through the years we hope to find a lesser revelation.
Carry our souls through the night, lead us not to deprivation, oh through the years we never found our lesser revelation.
Our sons were sent with out their spears or their shields, sent out for peaceful conversation. They later returned with blood, sweat, and tears, the news of our condemnation.
What could we have done? Our people's past was slowly fading. The stars were never brighter than the fire in our enemy's eyes, our gruesome greater revelation.
Lead us not to desperation!
And through the years we hope to find a lesser revelation.
Bring me the broom, I hear the wind chimes, the battle begins right under the stars. Oh I heard bells all the time signaling salvation. And I could chant all the while, I could swing the staff in the water, I could sing hymnals of sweet sorrow only in recognition.
Captain! Lead us not into desperation for the fear is overwhelming! Our people's past is slowly fading,oh through the years we hope to find a lesser revelation.
Carry our souls through the night, lead us not to deprivation, oh through the years we never found our lesser revelation.
Our sons were sent with out their spears or their shields, sent out for peaceful conversation. They later returned with blood, sweat, and tears, the news of our condemnation.
What could we have done? Our people's past was slowly fading. The stars were never brighter than the fire in our enemy's eyes, our gruesome greater revelation.
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