Nursery Rhyme

Hunter of the hunters
Pacifist day dreamer
And wooden doll

Will you sing how the trees do fall?

Will you whisper into the wind...
And pray the darkness come back again?

And how you wish the day would dawn gold
The young would rule the heavens
And the heaves would rule the old

The rain comes...
The rain comes
The rain comes...
The rain comes?

Where will you hide against the night
Where will you run against the eyes

Those wretched eyes
Those wretched eyes
Those wretched, wandering, roving eyes

Who will sing to the dawn?
Who will continue the song?
Who will pay the ultimate price...

We will rise!!!!

Have you checked the children?

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Some like it hot
burning up burning fire burning fury fever heat fever pitch fever swell matches ashes we all fall down we all fall down we all...we all...and when we cry we scorch the ground...glory to the dead of fire and when we quest we search for power...
Some like it cold
freezing glance freezing touch freezing words icy roads icy minds icy heart snow fall snow ball we live in an igloo and turn to ice all that we know all that we know and we all fall down we all fall down like snow flakes to the ground we drift and scream and turn to ice turn to dead like logs like wood like men
Some like it dark
the sky went black from day to night and we all die inside we all fall down we all fall down and the sky is dark as hell as hell is red so is the heart of man and we all fall down worship and glory to the dead of sound amazing voices and lessons learned by the wind we'll take them back again take them back and teach them to sing sing sing we all fall down and with us the sound of a million voices melodyless and poor like the tramp at the door selling his soulless lies behind tired eyes we are the voices in your head make you wish make you wish you were dead
Some want your soul...

Would That the Trees Break

Would voice the way it falls
Broken wings and hollow eyes
Would tell the story
Would sing the song
But find it's been voiced all along
In four parts
A harmonious discord of damnation
Would present the lights
Would light the dawn
And draw the feathers from the ground
Glory-
Glory to the dead of sound-
And when-
And when we cry we scorch the ground-
Would repeat the rhymes
And hold the own
Would change the way it falls
But blood is rain
And rain is pure
Would light the darkend halls
Softly agonized and with great rebellion
Here is she...your last hellion
She'll be the one
She'll taste the blood
She'll lead the damned
She'll kill the dead
And bring the voices in your head
Would we were the dead of fire
And quest-
And quest for power-
Here is she, your own design
A bright red mark
Across a black line