Awoken,
by the Profane Believers,
Trespassing On The Shores Of Your World,
yearning for The Fourth Crusade,
as if The Greatest Gift Of God were falling,
from Forlorn Skies,
The Bombs Of My Saviours,
were the Counterweight to our sins,
Like A Thousand Suns,
exploding in the shape of The Tree Of Freedom,
Behind A Wall Of Silence,
Echoes of The Voice Of The Voiceless,
Dying In Silence,
like a Dying Ember of The Weapon They Feared,
Author notes
The song titles are capitalized. The band is Heaven Shall Burn.
A contest entry
- DO YOU LIKE MUSIC... YOU WILL LOVE THIS... by righteousme.
600 points, ended May 22, 2008, 6 entries
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