• For every time, by darksepthiroth(matthew mansell)
    As the sands of the hourglass
    disappear from excistance
    and yet nothin has changed witin our domain
    The fire may burn my soul to a crisp,
    but my soul is still welling up
    with love and hate
    and in the end
    we'll still be
    standin together.
    For every Trifulled enemy.
    There is hate and sadness
    Yet to come
    And yet we are still standin
    At the very brim of the flames
    For every Slaughtered enemy
    There is strengthing in the power of hate
    For every time we see each other
    There is happinies yet to come
    And yet we still find pain and sadness
    In our souls.
    So here
    We make our
    Last Stand,
    Against the darkness
    Yet to come forth