metalsageofarnor

Auto stutter Auto stutter Ouroburos calls Eating its tail in circles Recalling negativity There are attempts to recoil Yet, it echoes and echoes Disappearing into the void Where ideas are lost Uncollected and in limbo Words recycled Words unrecovered The tongue snares itself In a never-ending convoluted game Auto stutter No stops Only constant repetition The dead horse lives and lives Forsaken to no respite A firewall of denial As the speaker Becomes damned To a barrage of painful memories With an eternal and dead-eyed audience

The sons of the Qara Khitai set foot Being the descendants of the Khitai Forced to retreat, they licked their wounds Liao, as they were known, the Jurchen rose Forcing them out, as Siberian tribesmen and the Chinese united Khujand, once shelter for the Sogdians lay low A shelter of the Samanids briefly, the renaissance and revival Of the Persians long lost after the conquest from the Umayyad Yet, it never settled A constant switch of hands and masters Each worse than the rest The soul shrivelled The saints came marching in Their steps, reeking with malice Genghis Khan stood from the hills Watching the scene unfold Brutality ens

Unturned stones lay cold As a cosmic winter sets in Shrill winds shatter the weaver's hand As a lone mishapen ball orbits around it Sweet bliss, as it shuns the company away To keep to itself and be a matriarch Of a creeping silence which descends into the abyss A frost blanket sucking away all that is warm And soon freezing time into place for an eternity and all the ages far and beyond one's reach

The crowds gather around the grasslands As donkeys and horses bray as their human friends settle them Oh, there they lay, Aiza of the Eastern Cisherna and the Quenya of the Western Cisherna Their hearts  as they enter the arena with crowds cheering them Lamellar armour, lance to the side, bows readied, and swords sheathed They dare not sing as their eyes meet They train their eyes on each other like wolves on a hunt A glimmer of ferocity in their eyes Their hearts set on it Shrieking steel meets each other and it clangs As the two noble ladies exchange blows Set and bent upon absolute defeat

Nil sub sole novum Sweet departure day from the old Friday To meet them again in sun town I knew it had to be I knew I had to go again Keeping it away, I could only reach it Horizon again, weary times today Sweet chills and the wind to give me some glory to care about Doesn't matter again as I'll go round about And find something new on my quest Back to sun town Back to sun town Sweet hills to be Sweet hills to do Lonesome venture But I'll do it As I'll make my teachers proud Strive, strive, strive Chol, chol, chol I'll reach there