Shields and swords are stronger than bone
Don't let them deceive you
rip their flesh
its not but mesh
Don't let them deceive you

Shields and swords are stronger than bone
it's into the storm you go
keep the faith
don't you quake
Shields and swords are stronger

Shield and sword
into the storm
stop their advance
bone will fail
when struck with steel
Don't let them deceive you

Shields and swords will never fail
push back the line
the city will Burn
if the enemies not turned

so rip their flesh
smash their bone
rip their flesh
destroy their homes

Shields and Swords are stronger than Bone
Don't let them deceive you
Don't let them deceive you

It took two weeks
And a morphine drip.
It took two full weeks...

To banish cobwebs,
fire up the furnace
and burn your remains.

We watched the cinders settle like snowflakes.
Drove down to the old place and kicked the door in.
Turns out the old man was nothing more than a boar.

Scurry through a maze like rats,
all you will say is "I hate robbing Banks."
By then its two late, take the shot.

It took two weeks
And a morphine drip.
Peace of mind, is all I ever wanted.

Galleria Santa Monica,
White wash walls,
High ceiling, dim lights.

Bunch of ******,
In black and glasses peruse.
Three feature pieces,
Tamed Dames of the big city.
A bit gruesome, but they love the realism
Or so they say as they cringe.

Wine, almost as sweet
As the nectar of life fills the room.
Licking my lips, gaze drifting
Her smile crashes into me.
Sweet cherry blouse hides
A golden badge.

She passed me on the street,
My next masterpiece that is.
Five foot eight, brown hair, baby blue eyes.
Darling angel with a big smile.

She deserved nothing less than a
Dark alley flash of steel lights out.
Pure simple, quick.

Sitting posed against the wall,
Red letters spell her fate.
What she is many will know,
What she gave me I will show.

Red lips
Scarlet scarf
Sitting in the park.

Innocent, sweet pigtails.
Beacon in the darkness.
Screams with no answers,
Ecstasy in red water.

With rope and rusted hooks,
Posed like the divine devil.
Forty lashes to the front
Paints her black and red gown.

I knew this pretty rave girl
Always thought about her
The way she danced,
The way she purred.
Her skin tight red dress,
Offering no resistance.

Knocked out and gagged.
Red leather and chains,
A flattering position.
A scene so serene
As the red splashed
On white canvas with
Stroke of brush and blade.
I turned those crimson tears
To roses.

A thousand white angels
Drifting gracefully down,
Heavens claim to innocence.

Slowly they fall,
Slowly turning black.

The guilt and sorrow,
Humanities arrogance
Cloaking them in sadness.

Slowly they fall,
Turning to ash.

A sign held up high,
“The End is Nigh!”