All the things you wish I'd say
No one cares (no one cares)
All the things you want to do
No one cares (no one cares)
Sailing with the moon and stars
No one care (no one cares)
Praying to a God above (no one cares)
While he sits and lets us die (no one cares)
Killing forests, fields of blood
Wickedness shown in love
Clear blue streams now run black
Running with our new pack
Of these beasts they kill and slay
One of them survives this day
Awaken our demon
Staring down another dooming day
All these things I could've said
How I wish I was dead
No one cares
Sailing
Praying
Bleeding
No one cares (no one cares)
(repeat)
I stand upon the hill, looking down as they try to reconcile with the bloodshed they've brought only upon themselves. Thickening my hatred as I watch them try to save each others lives as they beg to a God who has long ago turned his back on them to save them from such senseless madness. The clamour of their dying shrieks awakens a long ago buried entity that could only be seen as the embodiment of every thing they have hated. It moves across their streets preluded by the shattering of the souls that bear it's witness and in it's wake leaves nothing but blackness.
My warriors herald it's becoming, drinking the black liquid that drips from the torn bodies in the shadow of the Beast, stripped of everything that colored their lives red. They revel in the destruction as we turn our singular eye towards another breeding pit of anguish.
Witness
The Hatred
Summon
The shrieking
Drink from
The bleeding
Listen to the worship
As they beg their lives gone
Sacrifice their children
Tear apart the virgins
Crucify the Holy Ones
It comes
It comes
The moon goes dark and the land is swept into a blackness that can only be Hell. The fires of their sacrificial pits snuffed out as an old man with his lantern. A cold descends from the belly of this darkness and they turn on each other. We do nothing as sisters slash each others throats, brothers turn on their fathers. Mothers on their children. We stand silent as clouds thicken above and a hideous rumble echoes from their depths. Blood rains from the sky as each is plunged into a level of insanity that can only come from souls as dark as theirs. We turn away as they set ablaze their own homes one by one, laying in orgy pits as their flesh is shorn away by the fires around them.
Bark across this land
Tell of the Becoming
Harken all these beasts
Welcome the death
They pray for so long
Welcome to die
Just so they sing His songs
Author notes
So yeah....felt a little Metal today
Read, Bleed, Die, Repeat as needed for a healthy sheen. 
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Comments
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this would be a great song
&& it would be my fave song for the time being lol lmao
but really,
i am so digging this mucho,
-vanna
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I can tell that you were feeling a little metal when you wrote this
This is really dark and very very powerful. The imagery is so strong and just wonderful.
Great write hun.

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I loved the imagery here. As for the thing as a whole. I think it is weird. Brilliant-weird not yuck-weird.


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Wow. Sounds like a werewolf pack song, and a dark one.
Good luck in the contest!
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your imagry was absolutly amazing!!!


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Well...IT SUCKED!
Haha. Yea right. I can't even say that with a straight face.
It pretty much FREAKIN ROCKED! IT WAS KICK ASS WICKED AWESOME!!

Fave part:
Bark across this land
Tell of the Becoming
Harken all these beasts
Welcome the death
They pray for so long
Welcome to die
Just so they sing His songs
Excellence is screaming from this piece.
All my love. <3 -
LOVED IT
This is so awesome!!!!! I love the imagery in it, and the gore, just a beautiful write!!!

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What a strange piece...but the imagery is quite wickedly colorful.
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