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The sword of the servantThe rain fell hard into the night without stars, beads sliding on the hood of the unnamed figure standing on the cover of darkness, there in the middle of forest stood a house surrounded by night, lit intermittently by the flashes of lightning.
The man moves to the house slowly but surely, enter a key into the lock and turn it with caution, the door opens without a sound and the man walks to continue his mission.
"On the second floor, first door on the right" meditates on his orders, while climbing the stairs, every step on the wet wood creaked loudly, but was overshadowed by the roar of the storm. Enter in silence in the room of his prey, a figure lying peacefully in the bed across the room, the lightning illuminated the young woman sleeping peacefully, for a moment the man doubt about his work, wondering at the nature of their mission, soon these thoughts vanish driven away by the terrible reality.
From their clothes dragged out an object, holds it high with his left hand, the flash
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Roses Aren't Red for MeI'm not the one with the reloaded gun pointed at my chest.
Step down and listen to mother because she might know best.
Disobedient, he goes ahead and pulls the trigger anyway.
And now poor old mother is alone and mourns every day.
Now the blood trickles on to the carpet;
Stains it with the colour of pretty roses
But now roses aren't red for me.
I'm not the one with the kitchen knife slicing at my wrist.
This cut just adds yet another self-injury to the list.
Enervated, she scratches away and tries to finish off the job.
So now the last sound the bathtub will hear is her sob.
Now the blood spills in to the water;
Dyes it with the colour of lovely roses
But now roses aren't red for me.
At the funeral contains
Their corpses, rearrange
the roses on their coffins -
so dark, so dark.
Now the blood pours in to the memories;
Tints it with the colour of death.
So give the dead their roses,
But those roses aren't red for me.
Mourning DoveSwitch it straight off and go;
The lights, the love, the romance.
We saw, and loved it, and allowed let it grow
But then we all snapped out of this trance.
And stay quiet my love,
The light won't come back on,
Death could grab you from above.
This spark is way foregone;
My mourning dove.
Your shadow's here in the dark;
No lights, the hatred, the horror.
You shot it, you stabbed it, yet it still carried on
You realised it was part of your own soul
And stay quiet my love,
The light won't come back on,
Death could grab you from above.
This spark is way foregone;
My mourning dove.
Down here, it's much too cold.
Now this story will unfold.
You can't even hear my screams.
My screams, my wails, my whispers!
And stay down low, my love,
The pain is almost gone;
Hatred gives your soul a shove.
This spark is way foregone;
My mourning dove.
Angels and VampiresLight and happy days are turned down by your darkness that corrodes
Like the acid in the barrel of death
Your dark and depressing days are turned upside down by the love that brightens
Up our lives like the burning sun
The brightened sun shines down all of its golden light.
The trees outside tap at your bedroom window.
They want to come in, but so do I.
Don’t let all your darkened nights
Replace all my beautiful days.
For I am the angel, and you are the vampire.
So let my light lead you away from the dark.
Happiness and laughter get put down by your depression that erases
Like the rubber that erases memories
Sadness and the grey skies are turned all around by the love that opens
Up all new doors, just for you.
The brightened sun shines down all of its golden light.
The trees outside tap at your bedroom window.
They want to come in, but so do I.
Don’t let all your darkened nights
Replace all my beautiful days.
For I am the angel, and you are the vampire.
So let my light lead y
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Always Always and Againi don't understand the blood on the streets
but the rain washes it away anyway
i don't stop to watch but instead wonder
when will it wash me away too
but the rain washes it away anyway
and i find myself on a journey to an edge
when will it wash me away too
as i forget my god given universe for another
and i find myself on a journey to an edge
this planet never really was my color never matched my eyes
as i forget my god given universe for another
i forgot the loneliness of only 1 sun in my sky
that planet never really was my color never matched my eyes
leave it to me to encounter colors i now must find new names for
i forgot the loneliness of only 1 sun in my sky
as this radiance dances in form of 5 stars
leave it to me to encounter colors i now must find new names for
don't stop to watch but instead wonder
as this radiance dances in form of 5 stars
i don't understand the blood on the streets
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