Citerium
The interpretation of a world without pain.
Angels would sing
The light of their song reaching brave to bold
Young and the old
Of a new hope rising!
The angelic decree of the heavenly beasts
The angels deceased
Shadow becomes the one that was made
To manifest a new age
An old hope dying!
(chorus)
The brittle knife cascades
Sending the dust to their graves.
Escaping the past they realize at last
This is everything.
Victory that war taught the young
Would blought out the sun.
Creeping, the frail hide their face
As the stars all decay.
Moving closer!
Blood clouds the seasoned of eyes.
Who will decide?
Choosing a life of regret
To never look back.
The ending is here!
(chorus)
Who
Can
Decide the fate
Of those
Built
To be the last of the great
Run!
Hide!
Die!
(chorus)
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I love writing songs... simple as that. I enjoy writing stories as well. In fact, most of these songs are written for my story called "Citerium". I hope everyone enjoys these... And in case anyone is wondering, my favorite song that I have written is called "Shadow Dance".
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