Sing the Sorrow.All alone, I play the tune-No one else to get me through-Sing the sorrow, numb the pain,The Music calls me once again.Darkness blinds all will and thought-Reckless is this war you've fought-Blood was shed to free your mind,And reason has been your demise.Now sing the sorrow, numb your pain,For Music calls you once again.The stage was set, the play began-In vain we make our thoughtless plans-We stray far from the holy plot,And go for all or go for naught.Scripts were broken, scars remade,We tried to live, and yet we fade.We sing the sorrow, numb our pain,As Music calls us once again.Now seeing him, I dry my eyes-The sacrifice makes me realize-I may've been gone, but still draw breath,And together we defeat Sir Death.So take my hand, and don't let go-We'll fight a different kind of foe.'Twas here we fell, and here we stand-Through the fire, I understandHe sings the sorrow, heals our pain,And now he calls me once again.
random snippet of writing Djei scowled, letting his obvious disdain show for the werewolf to see. You know what the problem is with double-crossers? Nobody trusts em, he growled, drawing his final skinning-knife. He aimed the blade at Caelen only one flick of the wrist, and the wolf would lay bleeding upon the ground. Kelila started forward. Djei! He came this far, just hear him out! The neired did not lift his piercing glare. He grimaced, mouth twisting into a morbid smirk, and tightened his grip on the blade. Aye, hear that? The Ari girl wants me to listen. I really shouldnt; I can take care of my own without the help of any sniffling pup. Caelen bared his teeth. Oh, I can see that much. Youd s