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I hear the cries of the damned calling me out
Noodlot is here, its mark leaving no doubt
Those who were meant to live, are now gone, forsworn
Its seeds here leave behind decay
As death awaits, one left astray
There is still hope, there is a way
I carry that hope, on my back 'tis borne
Those who were meant to live, are now gone, forsworn
I hear the cries of the damned calling me out
It knows I am here, I must win this bout
Stay and fight destiny, or to flee and hide
Is it something with which I can abide?
Time is running out for me to choose what to do
Do I have the courage needed?
To not make this choice I pleaded
All my pleas remain unheeded
The sun is rising, grass covered with dew
Time is running out for me to choose what to do
Stay and fight destiny, or to flee and hide
It is now or never, time to decide
Noodlot, leaving none - cried voices in my head
Murderous screams - terror - bring back the dead
The sun shines, vitriolic, a dark halo
The people passing by - astray
For them I suffer - to delay
Noodlot; Death must not have its day
Fate can be changed - choice is for us to know
Noodlot, leaving none - cried voices in my head
I enter, afraid, with sadness I dread
I dread the flickering of the light ahead
I enter afraid, the darkness I dread
Why I am facing my fears I do not know
The dark before me starts to taunt
Old corpses are starting to haunt
Rotten, broken and all with gaunt
There is no time to sing the songs of woe
Why I am facing my fears I do not know
I dread the flickering of the light ahead
For when it dies out, I will too be dead
Noodlot is here, its mark leaving no doubt
Those who were meant to live, are now gone, forsworn
Its seeds here leave behind decay
As death awaits, one left astray
There is still hope, there is a way
I carry that hope, on my back 'tis borne
Those who were meant to live, are now gone, forsworn
I hear the cries of the damned calling me out
It knows I am here, I must win this bout
Stay and fight destiny, or to flee and hide
Is it something with which I can abide?
Time is running out for me to choose what to do
Do I have the courage needed?
To not make this choice I pleaded
All my pleas remain unheeded
The sun is rising, grass covered with dew
Time is running out for me to choose what to do
Stay and fight destiny, or to flee and hide
It is now or never, time to decide
Noodlot, leaving none - cried voices in my head
Murderous screams - terror - bring back the dead
The sun shines, vitriolic, a dark halo
The people passing by - astray
For them I suffer - to delay
Noodlot; Death must not have its day
Fate can be changed - choice is for us to know
Noodlot, leaving none - cried voices in my head
I enter, afraid, with sadness I dread
I dread the flickering of the light ahead
I enter afraid, the darkness I dread
Why I am facing my fears I do not know
The dark before me starts to taunt
Old corpses are starting to haunt
Rotten, broken and all with gaunt
There is no time to sing the songs of woe
Why I am facing my fears I do not know
I dread the flickering of the light ahead
For when it dies out, I will too be dead
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Due to me being a tardy fuck it's a bit shorter than the last piece Winterspell.
Find Winterspell here: koratoshisfriend.deviantart.co… and here: shehrozeameen.deviantart.com/a…
Hopefully we might continue this project now I have time and am less of a tardy fuck.
Due to me being a tardy fuck it's a bit shorter than the last piece Winterspell.
Find Winterspell here: koratoshisfriend.deviantart.co… and here: shehrozeameen.deviantart.com/a…
Hopefully we might continue this project now I have time and am less of a tardy fuck.
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Ik kom niet verder dan de 2e zin XD kennen ze noodlot in het engels?