Sound the trumpets.
Tell the criers to proclaim.
Call upon thunder and lightning.
Embrace the gentle rhythem your heart.
And to the shadows in the night.
Show them your passion and
they shall kneel in pain.
Now watch!
It shall happen tonight.
When the clock strikes 13,
the band shall play and
demonstrate their frustration.
And I shall laugh.
For i was the conductor,
of this event.
And the darkness will envelop the scene,
and it will be done.
May 24, 2010
May 24, 2010 at 7:53 PM UTC
Sound the trumpets.
Tell the criers to proclaim.
Call upon thunder and lightning.
Embrace the gentle rhythem your heart.
And to the shadows in the night.
Show them your passion and
they shall kneel in pain.
Now watch!
It shall happen tonight.
When the clock strikes 13,
the band shall play and
demonstrate their frustration.
And I shall laugh.
For i was the conductor,
of this event.
And the darkness will envelop the scene,
and it will be done.