Ode to the battlefeild

[Murcielago Neox]

Bullets fly overhead,

the tank shouts battlecries-

The doctor's busy healing,

The medic watches you die-

The foes rent to peices,

neath Imperator's blade-

Their cavalry retreating,

in fear of being spayed-

The battle ends,

shot's echo loud,

Mercury declares a new OIC-

to all that day,

who wasted away,

remember it's heart-felt glee.

[Murcielago Neox]

Raven's confession

I am enigmatic and shrouded in time,

I wonder about pain which hurts as though mine-

I hear silent pleas to end what’s denied,

I see agony’s edge creeping across pain defied-

I want to end agony that’s both yours and mine,

I am enigmatic and shrouded in time-

I pretend I can’t feel your pain,

I feel your eyes on my back-

I touch the barbs we share,

I worry for strength I lack-

I want to end your painful thirst,

Shrouded and clearing in time-

I understand what you yourself won’t acknowledge,

I say unspoken words,

I touch unseen age-

I try to feel pain that’s mine and mine alone,

I hope for relief,

I am not made of stone.

[Murcielago Neox]

Lone wolves cry

There was a time

Forgotten and cast away

When the wind stripped one’s flesh

And the night killed the day

When the lone wolves came together

And the packs all shattered

From the ashes of the old

The once lonely now gathered

Loners never get to know

The comfort of a warm embrace

The packmaster never sees

The cold side of its fractured race

When the table turns and the dice starts a’rollin

And what was yours once is a’stolen

Families die and blood starts ‘aflowin

Lone wolves cry and then keeps a’goin

On

When the deer began to die

And rivers start to fade

Often still the pack will die

Yet the loner’s death, they evade

As the moon turns black and sun turn white

As the lips draw back and fangs gleam in the light

When the only pack is dead before the fall of night

The loner rips away the slack and vanishes from sight

Loners never get to know

The comfort of a warm embrace

The pack-master never sees

The cold side of its fractured race

When the table turns and the dice starts a’rollin

And what was yours once is a’stolen

Families die and blood starts ‘aflowin

Lone wolves cry and then keeps a’goin

On

Now the pack is gone and loners fill the forest

The game has returned with the rain

The new pack forms from the shards of old

And new flesh hides the pain

When the new pack-master sits alone

raises its head to howl in pain

his eyes open to see the pack leave

leaving him alone in the rain

Loners never get to know

The comfort of a warm embrace

The packmaster never sees

The cold side of its fractured race

When the table turns and the dice starts a’rollin

And what was yours once is a’stolen

Families die and blood starts ‘aflowin

Lone wolves cry and then keeps a’goin

A Lone wolf cries

A Lone wolf cries

A Lone wolf cries

Because the pain it knew was a’stolen