sacred ground
By molock
just another solider,
​tryin' to get back
home.
but tonight,
i have to defend
this garden of
stone.
this sacred ground,
has claimed its dead.
one hundred thousand
solders,
...laid to rest.
as i defend this place,
i can hear their dyin'
breaths...
fightin' for my life,
fightin' for the dead.
fightin' for freedom,
...from the tyranny
of evil men.
in the name of Hades,
i command the bones
of the wicked to rise.
grant me sovereignty,
...from these bullets
flying by.
kill or be killed,
...who's gonna die
tonight?
fightin' for my life,
fightin' or the dead.
fightin' for freedom,
...from the tyranny
of evil men.
last night i cast my
soul,
...in to a river of blood.
salvation made me
whole,
with this smokin' gun...
guess lady luck is at
my side,
but the angel of death,
...is in control of my
mind.
fightin' for my life,
fightin' for the dead.
fightin' for freedom,
...from the tyranny
of evil men.
Author's Note:
this is the second time i've posted this if you've read it before i understaind if you don't leave a commentComments on "sacred ground"
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A former member wrote:
too many forget, or fail to see
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A former member wrote:
this reminded me of something Hank Williams III would do.. not that he would but i can hear the finger picking guitar and your lyrics ringing out.. very nice
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On Saturday, November 5, 2016, molock
(314) wrote:
thanks for the kind words, it sounds like an interesting match. cheers ...mo