On the ignorant impression

That one is to lie down and die
With peace and forgiveness
Pouring out of our bleeding eyes

Like we’ve never heard of the crusades
We’ve never heard of the Sons of Thunder
We’ve never heard of the final battle
When the forces rise up from deep down under

Like there are no angels with singing swords
Like there is no eye for an eye
Like these low life scum bags of evil incarnate
Aren’t just begging to die

So how can we deny them

It'll be the only justice they’ll experience
It'll be the only reckoning they've ever known
It'll be their final glorious harvest
For the seeds they have sown




Neils
8:25 pm
03/12/2009
*edited
and transcribed this time
8:44 pm
03/13/2009

N....again