Apathy, Death, and Gold insideHow long has it been, O soul of mineMore Like This
Since we spoke to people broad and wide?
Have you been sleeping?
Waiting for a pair of gentle hands to pick you up
And sing to a bad screeching Sun?
Did you rest and fed that tiny frame
That withers when a soul refrains
From standing up in the field of Gray
Where my thoughts often stray?
Then rest no more,
for Time calls for War.
Rise my Pride, my Jealousy and Rage
The shores are calm, the enemy await.
Raise the Scepter, Dagger and Axe
To fight Apathy at long last!
Roar in your wake so enemies may quake
From the sound of Thunder, Lightning and metal plate.
Bring them down, one by one
But to heed my plea you must not shun.
Let them run, cower and hide
From the Storm that is mine, and only mine.
For no shelter shall make them dry
From the rain of fire that grew inside.
And when the ride sadly ends, you shall bend,
And return to your shallow bed
To wait and see
How much longer do I need to weep
For Joy is running to my warm embrace,
Dawn at last, I can