Spirits Implore

The spirits of the Private east 
walk on to the shadows of the nightly west 
my heart for that love still beats 
the drums of a calm unrest 

It’ll come riding on it’s ill-fated luck 
Death will come, my best friend 
It’ll smother all who stand 
and the world will come to an end 

As the battle cry roars 
I’ll unleash my scathing sword 
I’ll look up to you, my friend 
and you’ll but not breath a word 

The earth will tremble 
the skies will weep 
as my wrath descends 
the lightening will strike 
and the brave will keep 
the hate I unleashed for you, my friend! 

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