GrayFox

Jul 3 2008, 01:34 AM

Some others...



Prophetic Visions - Wrote it after having a shocking visual experience involving the Apocalypse.

Prophetic visions in the night,
Blurred by my temptations haze.
The war is coming, I'm to fight.
My destiny, I shan't lose sight.

Trumpets sound from Heavens gate,
The pure are taken from this Earth.
All that remain, the lost and wicked,
Damned to the hell which they gave birth.

Seals are broken by the Lamb.
Horsemen march across the land.
Fourth of Earth they do possess.
Bring persecution to all man.

With their steel, men create strife.
Plague and beasts of Earth will swallow.
Curse of famine, they will wither.
Death will conquer, Hell will follow.

Violent quaking of the ground,
Cloaked in darkness be our sun.
Moon is tinted red as blood.
The falling stars they can't outrun.

Like a scroll, the heavens fold,
No longer seen above their heads.
Men shall hide in shame and fear.
The Lamb shall fill them full of dread.

Prophetic visions in the night,
Now so vivid, smoke has cleared.
The war is coming, I'm to fight.
My destiny, I shan't lose sight.


/


A little something I wrote for my girlfriend:

Radiant sight of never dimming beauty,
I shade my eyes but never turn away.
Filled with desire that she be my own,
Image of perfection, portrait of my dreams.
Angelic sound of never ceasing charm,
Song from her lips, brighten my day.
Melody of infatuation, bring joy to my heart.
Her lyrics dance within my soul, Life is simply what it seems.
By all of this and so much more,
Beauty of her smile and song.
My heart is placed within her hands.
I am the fish, and all that she does is the hook.
With the beauty of her caring soul,
Which comforts me, I cant go wrong.
All that she is fills me with reason.
Her existence is the text, I am the book.


/




Wrote some random lyrics for my best friends, who happen to collectively make up the band Bloated Carcass.

For Chris, the drummer:

Christophus Titanimus, Beatin on the skins,
Sticks of wood which quake the Earth, and summon whirlwinds.
Passionate aggression, thunder clashing rage,
His mighty drums of brutal boomage, shake the fucking stage.
Christophus Titanimus, 'tis written in the stone,
Throughout the Metal universe, his Legend shall be known.




/




This one was for Micheal Stew, guitarist:

Take a seat on my knee, and we'll split a brew, as I share with you the legend of young Master Stew. He conjures spirits, and mighty beasts. His fingers move with blurring speed. A tasty tune his hands will shred, casting demons from thy head!


/


And finally, a little something for Fat Ryan, guitarist. Ryan was abducted by UFOs:


Disks of fire in the sky,
Demonic creatures watching men.
Moving to and fro the Earth.
Manipulating space and wind.
The puppeteers do pull the strings.
Currents move within us all.
Fallen angels, temptations kings,
Always causing man to fall.
Great tormentors, test the soul,
And carry men beyond the skies.
Engage in acts of sexual nature,
Then return them to their lives.
Understanding men have not.
What happened to me on that night?
Explanation, he wont find.
The answers lie beyond his sight.

GraySnake182

Jul 3 2008, 03:20 AM

GrayFox

Jul 3 2008, 01:34 AM

Some others...



Prophetic Visions - Wrote it after having a shocking visual experience involving the Apocalypse.

Prophetic visions in the night,
Blurred by my temptations haze.
The war is coming, I'm to fight.
My destiny, I shan't lose sight.

Trumpets sound from Heavens gate,
The pure are taken from this Earth.
All that remain, the lost and wicked,
Damned to the hell which they gave birth.

Seals are broken by the Lamb.
Horsemen march across the land.
Fourth of Earth they do possess.
Bring persecution to all man.

With their steel, men create strife.
Plague and beasts of Earth will swallow.
Curse of famine, they will wither.
Death will conquer, Hell will follow.

Violent quaking of the ground,
Cloaked in darkness be our sun.
Moon is tinted red as blood.
The falling stars they can't outrun.

Like a scroll, the heavens fold,
No longer seen above their heads.
Men shall hide in shame and fear.
The Lamb shall fill them full of dread.

Prophetic visions in the night,
Now so vivid, smoke has cleared.
The war is coming, I'm to fight.
My destiny, I shan't lose sight.


/


A little something I wrote for my girlfriend:

Radiant sight of never dimming beauty,
I shade my eyes but never turn away.
Filled with desire that she be my own,
Image of perfection, portrait of my dreams.
Angelic sound of never ceasing charm,
Song from her lips, brighten my day.
Melody of infatuation, bring joy to my heart.
Her lyrics dance within my soul, Life is simply what it seems.
By all of this and so much more,
Beauty of her smile and song.
My heart is placed within her hands.
I am the fish, and all that she does is the hook.
With the beauty of her caring soul,
Which comforts me, I cant go wrong.
All that she is fills me with reason.
Her existence is the text, I am the book.


/




Wrote some random lyrics for my best friends, who happen to collectively make up the band Bloated Carcass.

For Chris, the drummer:

Christophus Titanimus, Beatin on the skins,
Sticks of wood which quake the Earth, and summon whirlwinds.
Passionate aggression, thunder clashing rage,
His mighty drums of brutal boomage, shake the fucking stage.
Christophus Titanimus, 'tis written in the stone,
Throughout the Metal universe, his Legend shall be known.




/




This one was for Micheal Stew, guitarist:

Take a seat on my knee, and we'll split a brew, as I share with you the legend of young Master Stew. He conjures spirits, and mighty beasts. His fingers move with blurring speed. A tasty tune his hands will shred, casting demons from thy head!


/


And finally, a little something for Fat Ryan, guitarist. Ryan was abducted by UFOs:


Disks of fire in the sky,
Demonic creatures watching men.
Moving to and fro the Earth.
Manipulating space and wind.
The puppeteers do pull the strings.
Currents move within us all.
Fallen angels, temptations kings,
Always causing man to fall.
Great tormentors, test the soul,
And carry men beyond the skies.
Engage in acts of sexual nature,
Then return them to their lives.
Understanding men have not.
What happened to me on that night?
Explanation, he wont find.
The answers lie beyond his sight.

Those ones are good, but the others belong on Literotica or a similar site, not a MGS forum.