Season of Rage | Rising of the Sun
around the corner
i saw it
the ransome of death
the tales of evil
the youngman
strong and vibrant
he strive for power
the power fade-off
the two half-brothers
bloodshedding combat
they both end up in killing
the youngman
she fell inlove
a beautiful maiden
from a rich family
she fell
she cried
the firmament heard
he teased her with love
she cried when it appears
how easily she fell
she cursed for love
the love bring loss
can curse bring love?
eye to eye
he geared up
on his feet
he killed the fools
since they want the money
country rulers with there act
all there fight
evil smelt out of the cars
the riffles and black axe
in the night
the hawk
they sniff out black cloud
they die all young
the youngs all dies
they crave for money firmly
they die and end with no smiles
father of murderers
the curse
makes a rail
of destruction
and obstruction
they shower tension
it kills
they mount on fear
it kills instantly
time to stand for what is right
everything is a season
never hate
if you do
you may end up in grave
*Love*