Appalling Spawn
By Sword And Heart
In fight there reveals a power ...blood ...sickly dies...withering away falls off...with sword in hand Power is a principle...it goes on...weakness is a sign...OF DECAY Suddenly I fly above that stream, Somebody's holding my hand & my heart, With shame I throw away my sword, TEARS FLOW FROM MY HEART... With pain I return ...back to stream...bu I don't know WHY Perhaps to tell about the place beyond the stream, Perhaps to know how to take by the hand & heart as I was taken, Perhaps to cleanse and elate the power reigning in the stream
From Letras Mania