I call you to arms in this time of despair,
For no one sees death in the absence of life;
Perennial night opens gates of your plight;
If you lost the demon, I"ll show you his lair!
In words of a man: poets come around singing,
Revealing the traces of fugitive Gods,
Have all of you captured the radiant feeling
To name the forgotten, to fight against odds?
I call you to arms, dear idle believers;
His test is to probe depth of your revolutions;
You look for the ray of majestic solutions,
I burn up my house, He ventures my way...
Midnight Gods Default
© Copyright: Sing, 2001
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