Before I was born here
They lived through the fire
Traveling unseen through the living world
I found not what I desired
When night terrors come alive
Do you remember when we died?
What mysteries do you see
In the black holes of my eyes?
He waits outside the door
I witness my reflection blink
Death is the poor man's doctor
And the silence to minds that think
The rebirth of a deity
The one who was led astray
The reawakening of a warrior
Come to fight another day
I hear the gentle whispers
Dead speaking through lives past
I hear the battle drums blaring
Will this war be my last?
Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 10:36 AM UTC
Before I was born here
They lived through the fire
Traveling unseen through the living world
I found not what I desired
When night terrors come alive
Do you remember when we died?
What mysteries do you see
In the black holes of my eyes?
He waits outside the door
I witness my reflection blink
Death is the poor man's doctor
And the silence to minds that think
The rebirth of a deity
The one who was led astray
The reawakening of a warrior
Come to fight another day
I hear the gentle whispers
Dead speaking through lives past
I hear the battle drums blaring
Will this war be my last?
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