Rebels
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Chaos
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Anger
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Screams
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It's the sound that covers my ear
Clashing swords, Flying arrows
A place full of wonders
A place once with peace
A place once loved by nature
But destiny changes
Wonders collapse
Peace turns to wrath
nature torn apart
With all of the broken heart
Giant castles turns to dust
Peoples rises but some's on the ground
Rebels collides with knights like foes
Some decided to turn their life gone
While knight clashes on the night
Giant mountains erupted ;their souls has gone mad
White turns to black clouds
Covers the stars with the moon above
I hear the anger of the hill sound
Screaming and shouting ; He want chaos to stop
But no one sees him as him
Yet no one look at him like peace
So he rises on the top
Looking for answers for war to stop
I see a light on the top of the hill
I see flames flying and crash on the ground I feel
A marathon of fire running to the hills feet
Yet war was still on going ; but he only wanted to sleep
River of liquid fire flowing through the city
What they see is freighting ; oh they're so pity
They want to run but time is tiny
So they accept the fact they need to stop the fight
They decided to lie down and keep life end it's time
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Souls
ПоэзияAs the stars look down They can see us on the ground With the moons different mood And the suns chaostic tune Life would be Like a fire We can see the fire We can feel the heat But we can't see it
