(no subject)
What will there be when the thunder has passed
when the world weariness has set its tool
where the hero's find themselves lost
in quiet nine to five jobs
As the stars still shine bareing witness
to a mileniumn of struggle and sacrifice
to aeons of the passing cycles
as the old pass's never to return
giveing birth to the new
The voices of the ancients murmer quietly
from aged old books and the sands long since forgotten
and blessed Luna in all her ficklness
watchs her lost children forget that she ever existed.
when the world weariness has set its tool
where the hero's find themselves lost
in quiet nine to five jobs
As the stars still shine bareing witness
to a mileniumn of struggle and sacrifice
to aeons of the passing cycles
as the old pass's never to return
giveing birth to the new
The voices of the ancients murmer quietly
from aged old books and the sands long since forgotten
and blessed Luna in all her ficklness
watchs her lost children forget that she ever existed.