BURN.
You got to burn it to the ground
and leave no single evidence of its existance.
To ashes turn it, spread it in the world of man
with ruthless passion and fanatic's persistence.
Rooted it,
and make the tree of life a withered stench,
so noone ever have to feel it.
Believe in nothing, nothing's on the bench,
the hatred grows inside, release it.
Survive.
The boundaries were set for its commitment.
Devotion failed and now is rotten to the core.
Your enemies prepare the stake for new enslavement
and crushed the spirits of the ones you once adored.
Flame,
you want from me to show you some respect,
don't realize that first you got to earn it,
but here i am, unable to forget
and all i have to say is BURN IT.
© Joakim from the grave Все права защищены