From Dom to Kell, If only you knew. Okay, for this poem you have to picture
Kell dead, I know I know, it's a pain full thought, but do it! Be kind R
and R
As the last light trickled through the trees,
Like the fingers a of Gods sent Angle,
They came.
They rode on skeletal horses,
all covered with mincing steel
And they brandished their Sword aloft,
Blood was in their eyes,
A look that chilled the bone down to the marao!
All they left behind them was a Gisele sight,
And the smell of death
(Oh what a smell it was, one to torment the dead!).
All they had in front of them,
Were cruel victims of a twisted and bloody fait!
And all they had brought with them,
was the lust to kill.
We knew then our fate was fixed,
That all fight we made would be in Vain,
And even though this we knew,
We fought like crazed men!
We stood up tall and straight,
Meeting death with crossed blades!
We were few and they were many,
And it didn't end like the stories tell,
No one came to our salvation,
No one heard our last cries.
But we stood tall,
No matter how much of our blood would fall
We meet them with an equal lust,
And equal hate,
When we could have hated more.
Our deaths were quick yet bloody,
And all I remember is want,
To see your face upon the crest of yonder mountain,
But you were long gone,
So far away words can not tell,
And now I go to join you,
Under the cold, hard ground.
Kell dead, I know I know, it's a pain full thought, but do it! Be kind R
and R
As the last light trickled through the trees,
Like the fingers a of Gods sent Angle,
They came.
They rode on skeletal horses,
all covered with mincing steel
And they brandished their Sword aloft,
Blood was in their eyes,
A look that chilled the bone down to the marao!
All they left behind them was a Gisele sight,
And the smell of death
(Oh what a smell it was, one to torment the dead!).
All they had in front of them,
Were cruel victims of a twisted and bloody fait!
And all they had brought with them,
was the lust to kill.
We knew then our fate was fixed,
That all fight we made would be in Vain,
And even though this we knew,
We fought like crazed men!
We stood up tall and straight,
Meeting death with crossed blades!
We were few and they were many,
And it didn't end like the stories tell,
No one came to our salvation,
No one heard our last cries.
But we stood tall,
No matter how much of our blood would fall
We meet them with an equal lust,
And equal hate,
When we could have hated more.
Our deaths were quick yet bloody,
And all I remember is want,
To see your face upon the crest of yonder mountain,
But you were long gone,
So far away words can not tell,
And now I go to join you,
Under the cold, hard ground.