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Rage Carved In Stone

now Is only names carved in stone Forgotten heroes underground Not much is left now Some rusty nails, some rotten bones The dead heroe's names carved in stone

Heartless powers try to tell us what to think If the spirit's sleeping then the flesh is ink, yea History's page, it is thusly carved in stone The future

broken home Everyone could be oh so far away (? ) and the white lines lead the way Lead the way And the writing on the wall They're carving out the martyrs in stone

I'll carve a song out of notes of stone My tune-cut will last generations long And it will be one to remember me by When I am dead and gone Empires may

rage, every tear Hate in so much hate never that pain will bind me Ask of myself if I've the will to unwind Every rage and tear Hear me now, words I

aching legs cannot do the work of ten men to lift my feet of stone clumsy, my arms long and leaden - they drag behind me carving deep trenches in

in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh gloriously) woad anointed, Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage, I'll carve

this urn's' dark ashes lies memories of past times hidden Ruins of the times gone by Once all this was his... His name had been carved in stone His image

in my hands, girt 'round with spells (our flesh gloriously) woad anointed, Ravens awaiting slaughter soar high above, blood-worms bloat on red carnage, I'll carve