Memories of the WorldThis land is slowly dying
as everyone can see,
but hardly anyone notices,
including you and me.
That this world is not dying
in the way that we believe.
This world is slowly dying,
because of the memories that we leave.
Wars that we should wage,
and deadly games that we should play.
We should bear our fangs,
Living our lives untamed.
These are the memories that have been left.
And to me it's rather easy to see,
that from our past we shall never be free.
So wars shall come,
and wars shall leave,
but in our brains they're forever engraved.
I hope one day we'll forget the past.
A bloody past I shall never outlast.
A Warrior's RemorseI cannot sleep, and yet I cannot wake.
Every time I close my eyes I'm filled with hate.
Memories of old haunt me every day.
I pray that one day they'll go away.
I've tried to forget the sins I've committed,
but in the end what I'll never forget is,
the dark red flow heading down the street,
and it's all streaming down from my hands to my feet.
I am but a demon with no disguise,
seeing the liquid is my prize.
I hate the monster that I am.
No self control, no master plan.
So to this day I make a vow.
To keep my sanity up, and my anger down.
Never again will my hands be stained.
From now on I shall sheath my blade.
And the day that I forget this vow.
I pray the ones I know will hunt me down.
For a draw sword without a sheath,
is nothing but a dog who forever bears it's teeth.