Post by Mathias Martin Andersson on Oct 14, 2005 10:17:59 GMT -5
Hello fellow men/girls. 
This is the thread for all my war poems and such. Please comment, ask or just read them! ;D
I will post them two and two so you'll get a chance to read them. Starting here:
-=Those Lands of Death=-
When the blood flow on my hands
Down my arms and drop on the ground of the lands
I've protected but now the deeds may've runned out of hands
And the blood of my hands poisioned the earth which I fought for
To drain the life I thought would settle after our victory
Those lands of death
Who've seen men die
It holds the flesh
And in those lands it'll lie
The settlers coming afterwards to these heaths
Will feel the draught of breaths
The breaths will whine through the wheat
The soil will boil as the hate turns to heat
The dead may be dead
But they have not yet
Rested in peace as their souls in the battles them fled
-=Avenge of the Dead=-
Blood of the soldiers we've met, on the ground lies
My gunpowder is wet, just like my eyes
We lost our honour today, death will be our purge
Breaths of the Dead, a warm breeze surge
Maimed but living, a living hell of screams
Aimed for world peace, now it's worse than my worst dreams
Shot in the head, detruncated by shrapnel
Weman and children, burned alive in the chapel
Gods of War, Gods of Terror
Weather lour, avenge for our error
Death is everwhere we turn
Retaliation comes, heaven burn...
This is the thread for all my war poems and such. Please comment, ask or just read them! ;D
I will post them two and two so you'll get a chance to read them. Starting here:
-=Those Lands of Death=-
When the blood flow on my hands
Down my arms and drop on the ground of the lands
I've protected but now the deeds may've runned out of hands
And the blood of my hands poisioned the earth which I fought for
To drain the life I thought would settle after our victory
Those lands of death
Who've seen men die
It holds the flesh
And in those lands it'll lie
The settlers coming afterwards to these heaths
Will feel the draught of breaths
The breaths will whine through the wheat
The soil will boil as the hate turns to heat
The dead may be dead
But they have not yet
Rested in peace as their souls in the battles them fled
-=Avenge of the Dead=-
Blood of the soldiers we've met, on the ground lies
My gunpowder is wet, just like my eyes
We lost our honour today, death will be our purge
Breaths of the Dead, a warm breeze surge
Maimed but living, a living hell of screams
Aimed for world peace, now it's worse than my worst dreams
Shot in the head, detruncated by shrapnel
Weman and children, burned alive in the chapel
Gods of War, Gods of Terror
Weather lour, avenge for our error
Death is everwhere we turn
Retaliation comes, heaven burn...
I have not ripped anything off and I only mentioned the word "troll bloods" once and "brutes" another time.
