Way down here
Where screams are common
The people shiver with cold
Way down here in the darkness below
People listen to the Shaman
Everyone is locked up in a cell
Everyone in his own
Here is a place where they are all alone
The place where evil calls home
In this prison the people cry
For a redeemed to come and save
But so far they only here
The mocking voice of the Shaman
"Soon you'll see your grave"
The people are are locked
Inside despair
As the Shaman laughs
And casts his glare
He chants a few words
And pain arcs through your bone
The Shaman cackles and smirks
As he sits on his dungeon throne
Jul 21, 2018
Jul 21, 2018 at 7:57 PM UTC
Way down here
Where screams are common
The people shiver with cold
Way down here in the darkness below
People listen to the Shaman
Everyone is locked up in a cell
Everyone in his own
Here is a place where they are all alone
The place where evil calls home
In this prison the people cry
For a redeemed to come and save
But so far they only here
The mocking voice of the Shaman
"Soon you'll see your grave"
The people are are locked
Inside despair
As the Shaman laughs
And casts his glare
He chants a few words
And pain arcs through your bone
The Shaman cackles and smirks
As he sits on his dungeon throne
This is the boat we are all stuck in, locked inside a dungeon. This is why we need a hope, a hope that goes beyond earth. Because people will always fail.