Shhh, listen to her voice.
she calls...
from the depths of the sea,
from the heiths of zion,
in the wind, ohh so sweet.
Shhh, listen...
hear them fighting for power.
Turning her ohh so desolate,
deep into her veins, they dig
sucking my love's black soul
drop by drop
fueling those beasts,
just to feel secure.
for a jolly laugh,
having merry, to pass the boredom.
ridding the world of... peasants.
so easily the forget,
so easily they ignore,
for every action, there's a reaction.
©rabi
R