There is no solace for the brokenhearted
The injured heart will not heal
It refuses entrance to happiness for some cuts run too deep
The concept of love now being too surreal

Alas there is no consolation for the brokenhearted
They suppress their tears and shelter their hearts
Turning their eyes away from that which they secretly desire
Denying the light instead keeping company with the dark

Pity the brokenhearted
For they exist in a world of pain
No longer being able to bear the human touch
Denying the very emotion, they seek in vain

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Beat the drums of bold death
Call forth the gods of war
Offerings of fresh blood upon the altar of sacrifice
From still hearts that will beat no more

Summon the warriors of the sword, knife, and mace
The gladiators of Roman legends and lore
Beat loudly the man skin drums of death
Call forth the gods of war

The Hordes of Genghis Khan
On the sanguinary quest for the world
Cruel despots composed the Mongol core
Would beat the echoing drums of death's onslaught approaching
Call forth the gods of war

With solemn stone faces
Go the last soldiers of annihilation
Whose lives soon would bear consequence no more
Beat the drums of smiling death triumphant
Call forth the gods of war

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It will come in the silence of the sleeping night
When the blue comet streaks the star-filled skies
The tides flow no more
The night bird sighs
The end of man draws nigh

It will come in the silence of the sleeping night
The yellow comet shall blaze across star-filled skies
As humans wallow in restless slumber
And the helpless infant cries
The cities begin their final descent
The living waters retreated and died.

It will come in the silence of the sleeping night
A black comet spewing death across star-filled skies
The earth trembles in anticipation of our extinction
The defiant moon in agreement rises high
Our destiny has at last been fulfilled
The end of man has drawn nigh

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And was driven to the edge of madness
Revulsion for life graced my table
A cold menu of despair and sadness

I loved once

Deeper than the secret oceans turquoise blue
Coy as the moon’s soft pale bashful hue
The blinding orange of the boastful sun

I loved once

Their closeness took my breath away
Lost were the words on my lips I could not say
The downward spiral of my tortured heart
That beats slower each day

But I loved once.

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And it is only in the darkness
that the stars begin to burn.