Barren Land
Descent - Ed Stal
(Barren Land pt.1)
Turmoil, rage, and bitter hate,
Drive this world to the ground,
You're way to fucking late,
Straight from hell comes the hound,
HIs eyes are ablaze with madness,
And his fangs drip with blood,
His fur is matted with grime,
Sight alone installs our sadness,
There will be no flood,
Your god is dead this time.
Anarchy - Ed Stal
(Barren Land pt.2)
To the watch tower,
Ring the bell aloud,
Arm your guns,
Cock your minds,
One by one,
Take the entire crowd.
The president trembles in his chair,
The house rocks with the screams,
Of those who he once led,
Now a hollow shell,
How could you not have learned,
Now you will pay,
For your noxious gases,
That caused my dolor.
Hand me the knife,
For he who breeds hatred,
Does not deserve to die quickly,
But slowly,
Piece by piece I carve away his flesh.
Give to me your wretched daughter,
She will follow my every move,
What, you dare not comply,
So to your head I put this gun,
Plead for life, Plead to me!
How shall I to you prove,
My intent is not to care,
So I decorate the wall,
With the brain of your wife,
And you're too fucked to know,
So here is my other chamber.
Now the daughter,
Your the excrable that still remains,
I'm vile, I'm crude, on your soul,
My brutal sex with you makes stains.
So fuck my gun,
And you dying mutt,
You now dead slut.
Burn the church,
It never saved you,
But it harmed you,
Fucked your life from day one,
Those stains,
On the glasss in the windows,
I belive you know where they came from.
Barren Land - Aria
(Barren Land pt.3)
The ground is bracking beneath my feet,
The skies are falling all around,
The rivers have run dry,
Yet the birds have drowned,
And the the fish have dried,
The humans have suffered,
Washed out by the sandstorm tide.
Dust mimics my path,
Through this barren land,
To the endless sunset,
Why am I walking,
Why do I care,
What awaits me there,
What is the hurry,
For I'm alone,
And I always will be.
A lone tree sits on the top of a hill,
I speak with it for a while,
It says it is is lonely,
It would like to die,
Begging me to kill it,
Not wanting to suffer,
I know the pain,
Uprooting the tree I continue on.
I hear a cry nearby,
Following the sounds I see a baby,
The baby is two months old,
It howlers for it's mother,
Whom lies three meters to the side,
Outreached for her child,
Mouth wide open from a scream,
Yet she never quite made it,
For there for died.
The baby has no chance,
I cannot take it with me,
I cannot leave it here,
There is no way of knowing,
The length of journey,
There is only one option,
Not to have it suffer,
And this I exercise.
Then three hills later I'm there,
It doesn't matter where there is,
All I know is if had I carried
the child four one half hour,
It needn't of left this world,
I can't handle it,
Hopefully it was for the better.
And on the other side of this hill,
There it awaits, our only hope.
Hope - Imagination's End
(Barren Land pt.4)
My mind has been lost to the dark,
My thoughts have been stolen away,
My imagination has been turned to dust,
My life is now an empty hole.
Our hope is here,
Here is not here,
For here has gone away,
For without my thoughts I cannot create here,
We cannot create our hope,
No chance to dream of survival,
Impossible to think of a world,
When it's all turned this rust color.
So here is our hope,
But we've found our enigma,
And it is empty,
As is our hearts.
The End - Ed Stal
(Barren Land pt.5)
Now the blood drains from me...
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