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Improve Everywhere: A New Hope

March

failed, forgetting wars I've won
flesh, whipped and torn asunder
bound and broken from the weight of my throne
scarred and branded

violently the wind whips around
pelted by the rain and fire
marching on to the end of my name
singing loudly the song

hands tied by rage and blood
scars on my leg from these irons
stumble and fall on the dead and dying
bleeding from my mouth

tears of pitch and tears of salt
grit my teeth and fight the welling
rise to meet the dawn of flame
I will not take to pity

grown in fear, grown to hate
grown to endure with skin of stone
disarmed by the fall of kings
cursing lesser men

spitting blood, swearing pain
forward, forward up this hill
hurling death across the sky
don't tell me no

fevered whisper, mind undone
telling me of doubts and failure
trying to unravel the child of anger
lie down with the others

resovled to march, on and on
muscels torn, lungs on fire
on until the end of song
I will not let this wither

grin and bear it on your own
do as you have done before
grin and make it on your own
forsake the false shelter

Sing the song, sing it loud
loose the devils and invite the fire
scream the chorus of discord
let the world end

on my knees at the mountain top
singing resonating still
flesh scorched, will tempered
by the ashes of our fathers

From My Dreams

The Vader Project

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