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Our minds wander on a path to a place called HOME.
The travelers that we are.......... Dusty old feet
lonely miles embrace us
we might stray with the blowing wind,
maps might be to us what they are to children, mindless!
Feet in the sands
hearts to the skies.
on we go, November people
Adieu........
The travelers that we are.......... Dusty old feet
lonely miles embrace us
we might stray with the blowing wind,
maps might be to us what they are to children, mindless!
Feet in the sands
hearts to the skies.
on we go, November people
Adieu........
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Incarnation / The Eternal Ruler
Incarnation/The Eternal Ruler
(Based on songs "Rebirth/The Eternal Ruler" by death metal band Hate Eternal)
[Incarnation - Instrumental section]
Born in a manger
To save His people from enslavement,
So righteousness may thus ensue.
Foretold Christ
Who shall end the age of wickedness,
Hence all empires now shall fall.
Now among us He is,
Now one of us He is,
The Savior of this world.
The eternal Ruler
From the dust shall rise,
And establish God's Kingdom!
Manifestation
Of the rule of Heaven here on Earth,
The true Lord over all.
Are we the ones who shall heed the King's call,
Or reject Him over this world's pleasures?
The Messiah's come
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Satan
May my soul be undamned by the words I piece here,
For as I lay them with ink upon paper, icy hands grip my throat,
Chills rack my spine, aches pound my skull; just for thinking such thoughts.
His form came to me like in a dream, nothing remained solid,
In fact, nothing remained at all upon his exit.
So I now tell this while my hands still serve my will.
His looks are not for mortal words to say, no syllable,
No word, no phrase could carry the weight across a human tongue
To utter his visage even upon paper.
No, the demon-lord's face and body and dress came to my eyes as
Forbidden to look upon directly. And as my eyes averted, his
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Governed
Glory be upon the mad mans eye.
For he tweaks tomorrow's reels.
But fortune holds back his prize.
Only the ordained can hold that zeal.
Wistfully our beloved maker expires.
By the hands of man, God's fall one by one.
Bless the crazed, who live in the pyre.
Only the civil will let lies be spun.
The blind know man can lead his own designs.
And the deaf do hear a devote tune.
The mad discerns the truth of the divine.
All feverishly dance, lost in the swoon.
"If God did not exist, it would be necessary to create him".
Why?
Because without God all things are permitted.
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This poem is really exquisite for myself, personaly... it says so much in each phrase and even in its silences.
November people is just extraordinary almost in the end.
Perhaps you'll enjoy these 2 early poems
November people is just extraordinary almost in the end.
Perhaps you'll enjoy these 2 early poems
Travelers - ViajantesLoaded with only dust
they arrive
the travelers of ashes
of the ravines
from other lands
of the islands
from other seas
of laughter and silence
Original * Viajantes *
Carregados apenas de pó
chegam
os viajantes das cinzas
das ravinas
de outras terras
das ilhas
de outros mares
do riso e do silêncio
*K
MARCH
*Y
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Bags - Malasthe nomad in me
returns
while
the sedentary
leaves forever
Original: * Malas *
O nómada em mim
regressa
enquanto
O sedentário
parte para sempre
*K
MARCH
*Y
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