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The dark came then went, many many lives were spent And many tears did dampen the blooded soil. Shalt there be a peaceful breath Though I know I pray for death, This is the way of the beast.
Distorted lifeless faces; Blended the blooded grounds, Ten thousand and one twisted limbs Reached out from their mounds. Anguish agony terror, Are but a few emotions felt in this place, But to see these poor poor helpless figures With children in their embrace. It is truly the way of the beast.
To live in the belly of hell To dwell, a working walking broken shell To be laughed at when sentenced to die And made to watch your mother fry It is the way of the beast.
A grave as large as a morning cloud; To make a tyrant feel as proud, As the minds of many before they fell. As the mind of one from the belly of hell.
A stench of smoke drifts higher and higher Way above a raging fire Ti’s human fuel that feeds this wrath By twisted men with jest and laugh
As the night cloaks the hours of dread We huddle up tight on our stoney beds The wails and cries and moans lay still Now the beckoning morning is over the hill
Shall i never see till my eyes are hollow Why man should feed on so much sorrow Why one nation is put above another With blood and brother against each other ti's the way of the beast
when tears stop in a blink of an eye when echo's drift in a silenced cry when footsteps trample your very soul from distant horrors by men of stone
when all hope turns to desperation when nothing is left but consolation when distant memories fade then cease this is truly the way of the beast
The end
J gallagher
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