A grim shade of warlike beasts I am Once crystal clear now dusk fills my lungs Turned towards the storm, my blistered soul "To the battle" battalions roar Aroused I fall into the hands of...
[Galloping Hoofbeats] [Horses Whinnying] [Man Shouting Commands] [Shouting] [Man] Lord, yonder! Whoa! Make way! l"d speak with Targutai. Lord, the Mongol Chief! Let him approach! By whose leave...
He climbs inside the looking glass And points at anything he hates He calls to you, "Hey look out son There's a gun they're pointing at your pretty face" And the heads they are a rolling Cos...
In this world Is the destiny of mankind controlled by some transcendental entity or Law? Is it like the hand of God hovering above? At least it is true that man has no control, even over his own will....