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The Might of Chaos |
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geschrieben am: 21.04.2001 um 18:42 Uhr
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The Might of Chaos
As the ancient might separated darkness from the light
There grew two sons - chaos and order
Since then theyŽr fighting, setting the border
Only a thin line lies between them
One grows stronger - it wonŽt take any longer
Only a thin line separates them
Hate and love are the same
Night and day are just playing a game
Ignorance is the other side
Grey is the place where you hide
Can you look behind this mystery?
Only one son is free
the other one captured - for eternity
Wich way will you follow?
One will free you - one will swallow
Choose well my friend
ItŽs your life - in your hand
As the book of life was at its end
One son reached out for his brothers hand
Different - but always at his side
He loved him - touched his hand -penetrated the border
No more separating lines - no order
Day and night surrounded him - as his brother died...
Metamorph...
Geändert am 21.04.2001 um 18:46 Uhr von Metamorphosis |
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