Thursday, July 12, 2012

The Breaking

Video: The Breaking

Yesterday I saw a world growing light, a road ahead so straight and clear. Another day and then we fall from the heights, Wages of hate in close arrears. Can you hear the sound of thunder, will we soon be torn asunder? Voices on the wind, the Breaking of the Fellowship has come! All my choices going ill in the end, scattered leaves of faded gold. All those empty songs are still in the wind, tattered sheaves of stories told. Can you hear the sound of thunder, will we soon be torn asunder? Voices on the wind, the Breaking of the Fellowship has. Will I soon regret the ways that I choose? Does my heart out speak my head? Still I won't forget the ways yet to lose, or does my part go on and on, insanely till I'm dead? All my choices are going ill in the end, scattered leaves of faded gold. All those empty songs are still in the wind, tattered sheaves of stories told. Can you hear the sound of thunder, will we soon be torn asunder? Voices on the wind, the Breaking of the Fellowship has. Voices on the wind, the Breaking of the Fellowship has come.

                           Can you hear the sound of thunder, will we soon be torn asunder?
                                                    Video: The Breaking

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