Show me the world
for I´m doomsguard
never felt the Lord
nor played false card
Oh woe, what world lies ahead?
tis unknown to my dreambed
seat of my fantasy and my dormant spade
where my heart is marking
my marching and crusade
But now, oh woe insistant burden!,
where in this jungle of equal trees
find I my brethen?
my soul no guiding sees
Hurts so much, oh doubt,
you arrows are hellfire
please leave my last redoubt
for your siege is bloody dire
I wish I was safe along my borders,
no shifting unstable phases wich make me tremble,
no orders nor disorders,
and nothing else than solar assemble,
day by day, way like sunray,
fast as lightning
in the haste of growing
to my eternal end of events
Oh worms await!
woe, you shall be forfeit!
L.
