Sanzora
07-27-2006, 11:12 AM
I don't like it when people make me mad...
Rage
Rage, Fury, Battle lust…
I long to grasp a sword,
To wield it with might, vigor and strength
That will help to conquer worlds!
How I long to taste sweet blood
Spilt through the battles of war;
To fight for causes each within their own right;
But on the field who the hell cares what for!
I wish for battle, yearn to fight
To bring my enemies, broken, to their knees.
I feel the heat coursing through my veins
Giving me the strength and the means.
Power surging, heart racing,
Armour solid and battle ready.
Anger giving me demons’ wings
To simply make my weapons all the more deadly.
Staring at me now all you see
Is the mask showing the calm outside.
But glance into my eyes and be afraid…
For they have nothing to hide!
Rage
Rage, Fury, Battle lust…
I long to grasp a sword,
To wield it with might, vigor and strength
That will help to conquer worlds!
How I long to taste sweet blood
Spilt through the battles of war;
To fight for causes each within their own right;
But on the field who the hell cares what for!
I wish for battle, yearn to fight
To bring my enemies, broken, to their knees.
I feel the heat coursing through my veins
Giving me the strength and the means.
Power surging, heart racing,
Armour solid and battle ready.
Anger giving me demons’ wings
To simply make my weapons all the more deadly.
Staring at me now all you see
Is the mask showing the calm outside.
But glance into my eyes and be afraid…
For they have nothing to hide!