Echoes of The Brave
 

[Verse 1]
Aye brave bards,
don't get caught in the sobbing of morn
Let the warrior's blood, bleed out from the aching
voice of storm
for the mangled dreams of the flowers at war
roars from their battlecage
from the vapoury mist
of their growing rage
their tarnished petals yet blaze
with the screaming vibrance of skyborn voices
their rainbow burns,
as they bring back the promised days.
for the lightbringer, has failed to repay
for the lives drowned, in the Fallen Sea
as death comes in for a closing kiss
to placate decay, in the afterglow of memories
in hollow names, and hollow forms
the martyrs call on
the nameless gods
yet the heart of The Mother
hides a newborn cry
like the sleeping void
where no star cross


[Chorus]
Cry o soldiers cry
Let your guttural pain
tear the heaven apart
let your shrieking moan
sunder the earth
let the severed groin
break your mama's heart
no matter, you will get all the stars
but we are the one to carry the scars
we're sick of this unending force
nothing hurts anymore to us

[Verse 2]
Aye savage souls, why show your face in discord
does it sting, to suffer our tremored words
Let our fingers bleed out in broken strokes of chords
Let lightning cleave in, upon our jaded heart
as you frenzy to death, like dying motes of dust

[Chorus]
Let our hushed-up voice, like wounded snakes
Raise their hood, in poison bloom
Fear not soul, if our voice breaks down
We will strike, with the echo of tenfold moons
Let the voice of the dictators die
Let no spangled light, shelter the dawn
till The distances dissolve in the fireborn sky
from the blazing landverse of our battlesong

[Verse 3]
Let them feel, the birth of pain
tearing up from the weeping stars
The weeping Dawn, in fever pain
Hungry to know the meaning of scars
First time thirsty, in wounded waters

[Verse 4]
Let them feel, the birth of rain
tearing up from the bleeding clouds
They bleed alone, their swathing pain
hiding their shadows, that they enshroud

[Chorus]
Let the voice of the dictators die
Let the starless night, its hearse return
The distances between our spaces in heart-struck cry
sing with freedom, our unsung battlesongs.

Nicely done. Welcome to the boars, Miraj.

thanks drjohnrock, i've edited my song a little....
posting the edited version