Its been a year since we heard the angel's voice
and many have left their dreams and hopes,
all that we cared for is now lost,
all mankind is giving up.
There are still a few that wants to go on,
they aren't planning on letting this evil war
continue its course because they have hope
and they are the ones that will call the gods.
Armed with light and joy,
destroying evil in its path
they just have to reach the top,
the mountain in earth that touches the sky.
Five strong warriors,
with nothing but their hope in hands
i feel honored to be one of them.
If our job is done right ,
fear and hate will be sent back to the dark.
Feel the fire of our love,
the fierce cry of a new day.
This is our ritual,
behold our strong will,
i will not hold back
show me all you've got
'cause i'll show you what i'm made of.
Wake our strong soldiers,
rise up from these ashes,
we are longing for a battle,
the one that will set us free.
This is our last call,
we will be victorious.
Listen now fear...
hear our prayers loud,
this is the ritual
we made to take you down.
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The Rise of a New Legend
PoetryA collection of poems about what human fear can cause in a fictional world but not so far to be the real one.