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Sage Posts: 233

I look upon the fearful eyes of the death that is to come. The darkness comes and spreads before me yet i dont even see it come.
All i pass, shrieks before me and i pretend not to care. I walk on, to my death as the prophets to i foreteld.
I remember face and fall to the floor as the rest the day stands still. Although i try i cannot seem to hold back the tears that were always there.
No difference between this and that, when things go wrong i pretend that the past isnt real.
I hear laugh the haunting laugh that i could never seem to escape. The madness that ive always had comes to face its fear
I laugh as I see his face, for i have nothing to fear.

For i am the seeker of truth, the giver of life, the bringer of death, for all cower before me.
Servent of Creation, Master of Destruction all that seems to serve me.
The finder of truth, the keeper of love that always seems to escape me.
Prophet of death, bringer of light, none can seem to describe me.
But when I look upon the face of love i can do nothing but cower in fear!

I cant stand this place anymore. I try to look at her. Dont leave me alone. I cant stand by her side.
Nothing seems real to me it isnt right but i wont be ignored.

A silver plateau rises above and the rains the dance of life.
I close me eyes and call forth those who are no longer there
The dance with death i enjoy as i taste the blood of fear.
The cold fire of my heart is clouded by the fog encased around me.
The emptiness nothing grows of that you desire. Just the child of your hate that longs for the stentch of death.
The rage flows through me at a pace that decieves to me whats right!!!!!!!

i am the seeker of truth, the giver of life, the bringer of death, for all cower before me.
Servent of Creation, Master of Destruction all that seems to serve me.
The finder of truth, the keeper of love that always seems to escape me.
Prophet of death, bringer of light, none can seem to describe me.
But when I look upon the face of love i can do nothing but cower in fear!

I cant stand this place anymore. I try to look at her. But i am just ignored. I cant stand to see her face.
Nothing seems real it isnt right to me but i wontt be ignored.

The day is young and anew but nothing has seemed to change.
Things just seem to be less promising and i find it hard to belive in a thing.
seems that I've lost my world and my faith never comes again. and I can't go back to where I've been and the past isnt going change.
The words are numb and im so afraid the meaning has lost its touch.

Just another chance, or so im told, to be who ive been before.
Promises made by those who push as long as the price is right.
For these bad dreams wake up inside me as i realize the dreams were right.
as im blessed by those with fingers crossed as they try to think themselves right!!!

i am the seeker of truth, the giver of life, the bringer of death, for all cower before me.
Servent of Creation, Master of Destruction all that seems to serve me.
The finder of truth, the keeper of love that always seems to escape me.
Prophet of death, bringer of light, none can seem to describe me.
But when I look upon the face of love i can do nothing but cower in fear!

I cant stand this place anymore. I try to look at her. But i am just ignored. I cant stand to see her face.
Nothing seems real it isnt right to me but i wontt be ignored.

My destiny unfolds before me as turn the other cheek. The darkness falls and i see my future4 that is becoming bleak.
The dreams have come and yet to pass what the keeper brings.
For the veil is torn and the stone of tears is just out of arms reach.

Mystic foes yet again follow me in my sleep. Death has come to take us all and now our deaths shall meet.

i am the seeker of truth, the giver of life, the bringer of death, for all cower before me.
Servent of Creation, Master of Destruction all that seems to serve me.
The finder of truth, the keeper of love that always seems to escape me.
Prophet of death, bringer of light, none can seem to describe me.
But when I look upon the face of love i can do nothing but cowgeter in fear!

I cant stand this place anymore. I try to look at her. But i am just ignored. I cant stand to see her face.
Nothing seems real it isnt right to me but i wontt be ignored.

The spirits have come death is about. The wind whispers my name. I close my eyes and laugh as it is I who has his name.
I dance with death and spirits flee with whisper of my name. And then I laugh as he comes for I am to be claimed.

The day come and now has gone and look into his face, but my eyes decieve me for when I look it is her whom I portrey.

I cant stand this place anymore. I try to look at her. But i am just ignored. I cant stand to see her face.
Nothing seems real it isnt right to me but i wontt be ignored.

[ This Message was edited by: Sage on 2003-09-14 13:01 ]
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Posted: 2003-09-14 14:00:29
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Jowi Posts: > 500

its here now...
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Posted: 2003-09-14 16:58:27
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Vlammetje Posts: > 500

Erm....??