IV: Cycles of Life
A. Tribulations in Glory
[Me]
Every day,
I see your world in disarray
And so I see
The deadly means to misery
All the violence
Brothers die in tides of war
In my silence,
I’m guilty to my very core
[Fear]
You cannot end it
Blood is spilling, can’t prevent it!
[Hatred]
Watching from afar
You hate how primitive they are!
[Rage]
Cannot set them free,
You scream to make those bastards see!
[Sorrow]
Your hope is dying
Man ignores the peace you’re crying!
[Me]
I want to learn
So teach me how to make the change
The world, it burns
I want to learn to douse its flames
[Me]
Every day,
I watch this dying beast of clay
And so I see
The grim remains of entropy
All the violence
Brothers die in tides of war
In the silence,
I’m guilt to my very core
[Fear]
You can’t repair it
Love is fading, can’t ensnare it!
[Hatred]
Watching from the side,
You’re distressed their love has died!
[Rage]
Can’t make them believe
You wail, but they will not receive!
[Sorrow]
Your faith is leaving
Your will has gone to keep believing!
[Me]
I crave and yearn
To find the way to help them change
And as they burn
I feel I can’t oppose the flames
[Love]
The sparks igniting,
You’re distressed by all the fighting
You really love them,
But don’t put yourself above them!
[Peace]
We can show the way,
So let us in, don’t turn away
You can find us here
Whenever you’re consumed by Fear
[Me]
I see it now
The way to turn the tides of war
I’ll show them how,
To reach the light that lies before
I always knew
Love is shining more and more
It’s burning true,
I’ll use its light to find the door
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Quarry To My Conscience
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Give us our bread
and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake
or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin,
but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's love your neighbor
and rattle your sabre
But kneel to that cross on the wall...
and bury our dead
And kneel to the cross on the wall
Whether burnt at the stake
or drunk at the wake
Just kneel to the cross on the wall
We've original sin,
but we might just get in
If we beg to the cross on the wall
It's love your neighbor
and rattle your sabre
But kneel to that cross on the wall...