So comes the waved winds inside the clouds that convey time.
That hide our futures and thoughts of the new.
That man and beast shall not fear.
I am nothing, but a common man seeking the life.
A life where all shall be in health and not sickness.
Without grieve, but with happiness.
Yet to make such a god like world possible.
I must be the leader to step upon the pedestal.
Don't make me out to be such a peche.
With the elastics of you're troublesome lies.\
For to walk into the dark valley alone.
Is that of man seeking death.
Ephemeral of burning passion to which lead to failure.
For to walk the path of the leader.
One must walk with the common man.
The rich.
The beggar on the street.
With the world as it rains ash and sleet.
For which if myth is a lie based upon a truth.
Does that mean Zeus was at once real?
Why not state the mantle of me being the next true leader.
Not out of wealth... not out of greed.
Not for the quest to become powerful.
Not for the rights to be broken.
OH but for the common man and women.
A wise old man once told me.
"That which hath wanted, must be obtained through will and perseverance".
Now the only thing i walk with as of now is with the people at my back.
I will carry the burdens of they who are hurt.
Those who hath fallen into a personal hell.
With hearts broken and souls turned to coal.
I want them to know that i am there for them all.
Even if it mean i must be swallowed into the fire, as the winds squall.
Now if i may be so gracious to ask of you.
If it maybe plausible.
Please take thine hands, and follow me.
Onto hell we shall march.
Our words and writing the swords and shields.
Our knowledge the arrows that shall fire into the minds of the unknowing.
So may i ask... even that the goddess follow me onto this challenge.
That hide our futures and thoughts of the new.
That man and beast shall not fear.
I am nothing, but a common man seeking the life.
A life where all shall be in health and not sickness.
Without grieve, but with happiness.
Yet to make such a god like world possible.
I must be the leader to step upon the pedestal.
Don't make me out to be such a peche.
With the elastics of you're troublesome lies.\
For to walk into the dark valley alone.
Is that of man seeking death.
Ephemeral of burning passion to which lead to failure.
For to walk the path of the leader.
One must walk with the common man.
The rich.
The beggar on the street.
With the world as it rains ash and sleet.
For which if myth is a lie based upon a truth.
Does that mean Zeus was at once real?
Why not state the mantle of me being the next true leader.
Not out of wealth... not out of greed.
Not for the quest to become powerful.
Not for the rights to be broken.
OH but for the common man and women.
A wise old man once told me.
"That which hath wanted, must be obtained through will and perseverance".
Now the only thing i walk with as of now is with the people at my back.
I will carry the burdens of they who are hurt.
Those who hath fallen into a personal hell.
With hearts broken and souls turned to coal.
I want them to know that i am there for them all.
Even if it mean i must be swallowed into the fire, as the winds squall.
Now if i may be so gracious to ask of you.
If it maybe plausible.
Please take thine hands, and follow me.
Onto hell we shall march.
Our words and writing the swords and shields.
Our knowledge the arrows that shall fire into the minds of the unknowing.
So may i ask... even that the goddess follow me onto this challenge.
