The New Tide - Reprisal

The New Tide - Reprisal

As the grim night sky embraces the coldness of dawn
We emerge through the veneer of mist
A burning torch in our hands lamenting
With stories of a mother's cursed lullaby:

"Dead children forever asleep in decrepit homes
Blighted harvests mock the soil soaked in our blood and sweat
The trees bend their boughs in dismay
When plunder and greed gambol around the vast abound decadence"

This bright light that portends your dark
Is a blazing bearer of our cries and shame
This flaming emblem of our freedom
Has spoken it's vice in your demise

Relishing on the feast of vengeance,
The advantage of the nocturnal ambience
We prepare to set the palace ablaze
An utter of the last sigh which'll end the tyrant's might

The serene scene transforms into a mad tumult
Screams of sweeping shadows
Fill the crumbling palace engulfed in flames
When the tyrant is consumed by the fire
A swollen evil body being degenerated into cinders

[Epilogue]
A daylight seen through the dust and smoke
Brings the warmth of our new free-born sun
The trees sway as the cold winds put the flames to rest
Somewhere deep in the sea is the rise of a new tide
Symbolizing the advent of freedom

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Nov'04.