
Hideous shapes all residing within,
as all of us hide in the caves that we're in.
Apostacy reeks through the cracks in the wall
as we stay in our shelters escaping the fall.
And the agents of evil who all took the mark,
away in the distance I hear the dogs bark.
The blackness of night has revealed our light,
but the light was rejected and put out of sight.
And the servants of evil just shaddow and sound,
will bring death to us all if by them we are found.
So yet we will stand and yet still we will tell.
of the place they are going the place known as Hell.
And just when all seems like it's going to end,
We all call out to Him and in Him we depend.
So by His strong arm do his martyrs still stand,
all of one purpose all at His command.
Calls were just sounded and dogs were let slip,
my brothers have fallen and I have just tripped.
A pressure was felt against my head fair,
it felt warm to the touch as I started to stare.
Now as darkness sarrounds me and blackness takes hold,
but out in the distance a think I see gold.
And the sound oh the sound of the angels I hear,
happyness joy has replaced all of the fear.
And now as a loosen my hold to this form,
the coldness of death is replaced by a warmth.
As I feel myself slipping away from this place,
I hear cheers in Heaven that I've won the race.
I wish I had time to tell of all of the things,
the trumpets, the angels....oh ..my Lord.........
I see my......
KING!
~ Graylad ~
as all of us hide in the caves that we're in.
Apostacy reeks through the cracks in the wall
as we stay in our shelters escaping the fall.
And the agents of evil who all took the mark,
away in the distance I hear the dogs bark.
The blackness of night has revealed our light,
but the light was rejected and put out of sight.
And the servants of evil just shaddow and sound,
will bring death to us all if by them we are found.
So yet we will stand and yet still we will tell.
of the place they are going the place known as Hell.
And just when all seems like it's going to end,
We all call out to Him and in Him we depend.
So by His strong arm do his martyrs still stand,
all of one purpose all at His command.
Calls were just sounded and dogs were let slip,
my brothers have fallen and I have just tripped.
A pressure was felt against my head fair,
it felt warm to the touch as I started to stare.
Now as darkness sarrounds me and blackness takes hold,
but out in the distance a think I see gold.
And the sound oh the sound of the angels I hear,
happyness joy has replaced all of the fear.
And now as a loosen my hold to this form,
the coldness of death is replaced by a warmth.
As I feel myself slipping away from this place,
I hear cheers in Heaven that I've won the race.
I wish I had time to tell of all of the things,
the trumpets, the angels....oh ..my Lord.........
I see my......
KING!
~ Graylad ~
February 12 2002



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