Swords & Guns

The voice has once again arose

From those meadows of hell

“the road is set, time to loose

Scream in agony, hear the bell



Come to me my friend

The bell for you rang

Come to me my friend

The death for you sang



Waiting for your death

The holy rift was born

Demons among the dead

Your heart will be torn”



In silence he remained

No tears, no utterance

Walking through the damned

Blessed by the ignorance




Demons among the dea

Through the crowd he did walk

In the lake of his sins

To the chin, they did soak




In agony and in the fire

He shall never get old

in suffer it will burn

his pale skin and cold



what have I done, he scream

he thought his wounds will heal

the worst nightmare, a painfull dream

with the devil he made a deal



and still the lord god remained silent

no sympathy, no sorrow, no tears

now he was worn, worn through years

till he dropped his humble tears



His humble tears have dropped

With an echo, woke the dead

Out, he was begging the master

As the fear, was his friend



The mighty army of god

Still waiting for the call

And still the lord nod

And the hope almost fall



Loudly our man did scream

A humble soul to god did kneel

Nevermore to feel the pain

The mighty army of god did seal




The greatest battle of all time

A holy scene of swords and guns

Awake he did to brightest light

Our man, pain and suffer was gone




A great battle, loud screams

Demons and evil were torn

The mighty army, successful dream

His new life was born




Through the light he now walks

No suffer, no wounds, no pain

Only of the battle he talks

Till he threw what he did gain




Once again he was thrown

Deep down the rift he fell

Remembering what he was shown

Again to those meadows of hell




Crying, screaming, suffering again

The bell again for him did ring

Worth saving, fighting again