Post by church on Jul 15, 2006 9:38:59 GMT
Rage and Redemption
Rage the wild Stallion,
His blackened soul and flaming mane brings ruin to many a rider.
He claims me as his rider.
But I won’t give in, for there is on Difference,
One Defiance between me and his long fallen masters,
Claimed by the mists of time and hate.
I hate myself, rage be my Stallion but my prey is only that of myself.
Self-loathing makes me strong,
For I know that there can be no redemption no hope so I don’t try.
My holy crusade, my one-man war.
All against myself, by myself, for myself if not the greater good.
It has brought me here.
I run but I cannot hide. Redemption rears her head,
beautiful and elegant as she dances in the pale moon light.
She denies my pleas, refuses my kisses.
She runs through the forest, with me hot on her tail,
Running chasing like the Jackal I am
Like the devil I am.
Yet somehow she is the Huntresses and I am but the prey.
The soft pale light of the moon reflects of the lake like silvery elegance.
I the Jackal come to a stop and Howl.
HOWL at the moon howl at the loss of my lady.
Tired and thirsty like a savage I sap up water from the lake.
Like a force of nature she bursts through the surface of the lake,
naked and beautiful her body shines silver in the moonlight.
My lady Redemption she kisses me and I fall,
Fall into the watery embrace of my lady’s sweet embrace.
The original:
Rage his blackened soul has tormented men for millennia.
Now he comes to claim me as his own. But I will not yield fore there is on difference one defiance from me and my fellow man.
I hate myself, rage may be my tool my friend and aid but my victim is only myself. Self loathing makes me strong, for I know there is no redemption so I don’t bother
My holy crusade, my one-man war.
All against myself, by myself, for myself if not the greater good.
It has brought me here.
I run but I cannot hide. Redemption rears her head,
beautiful and elegant as she dances in the pale moon light.
She denies my pleas, refuses my kisses.
She runs through the forest, with me hot on her tail, running like the Jackal I am.
Yet somehow she is the Huntresses and I am but the prey.
The soft pale light of the moon reflects of the lake like silvery elegance.
I the Jackal come to a stop and Howl.
HOWL at the moon howl at the loss of my lady.
Tired and thirsty like a savage I sap up water from the lake.
Like a force of nature she bursts through the surface of the lake,
naked and beautiful her body shines silver in the moonlight.
My lady Redemption she kisses me and I fall,
Fall into the watery embrace of my lady’s sweet embrace.
Rage the wild Stallion,
His blackened soul and flaming mane brings ruin to many a rider.
He claims me as his rider.
But I won’t give in, for there is on Difference,
One Defiance between me and his long fallen masters,
Claimed by the mists of time and hate.
I hate myself, rage be my Stallion but my prey is only that of myself.
Self-loathing makes me strong,
For I know that there can be no redemption no hope so I don’t try.
My holy crusade, my one-man war.
All against myself, by myself, for myself if not the greater good.
It has brought me here.
I run but I cannot hide. Redemption rears her head,
beautiful and elegant as she dances in the pale moon light.
She denies my pleas, refuses my kisses.
She runs through the forest, with me hot on her tail,
Running chasing like the Jackal I am
Like the devil I am.
Yet somehow she is the Huntresses and I am but the prey.
The soft pale light of the moon reflects of the lake like silvery elegance.
I the Jackal come to a stop and Howl.
HOWL at the moon howl at the loss of my lady.
Tired and thirsty like a savage I sap up water from the lake.
Like a force of nature she bursts through the surface of the lake,
naked and beautiful her body shines silver in the moonlight.
My lady Redemption she kisses me and I fall,
Fall into the watery embrace of my lady’s sweet embrace.
The original:
Rage his blackened soul has tormented men for millennia.
Now he comes to claim me as his own. But I will not yield fore there is on difference one defiance from me and my fellow man.
I hate myself, rage may be my tool my friend and aid but my victim is only myself. Self loathing makes me strong, for I know there is no redemption so I don’t bother
My holy crusade, my one-man war.
All against myself, by myself, for myself if not the greater good.
It has brought me here.
I run but I cannot hide. Redemption rears her head,
beautiful and elegant as she dances in the pale moon light.
She denies my pleas, refuses my kisses.
She runs through the forest, with me hot on her tail, running like the Jackal I am.
Yet somehow she is the Huntresses and I am but the prey.
The soft pale light of the moon reflects of the lake like silvery elegance.
I the Jackal come to a stop and Howl.
HOWL at the moon howl at the loss of my lady.
Tired and thirsty like a savage I sap up water from the lake.
Like a force of nature she bursts through the surface of the lake,
naked and beautiful her body shines silver in the moonlight.
My lady Redemption she kisses me and I fall,
Fall into the watery embrace of my lady’s sweet embrace.
