Tears of Tired Eyes and Set me Free

    Tears of Tired Eyes

    The whole world watches aghast,
    As the barbarians march onward and fast…
    Annihilating that last shred of humanity,
    That is left remaining in this society.

    When the steel birds dived in screaming,
    While the babies in their cradles were dreaming…< br />No one saw the death that was creeping,
    Now in deep slumber they are sleeping.

    The sun must surely stop burning,
    The world must surely stop turning…
    Washed by the tears from tired eyes,
    Weighed down by the campaign of lies.

    After that holocaust of horror,
    The world faces surmounting terror…
    Their blood lust disguised as holy war,
    This time, have they have gone too far?

    With this a new chapter unfolds,
    With the New city's corpse for a scaffold…
    The children of darkness rise,
    Who knows in what disguise?

    Spilling blood at the feet of the holy mountain,
    Gushing out like it were a fountain…
    Innocent heads rolling in the lush green grass,
    When will these horrors pass?

    When will the ascetic stand up and dance?
    Oh! when will he give this world another chance?
    Soon the eagle will strike and the evil will reel,
    This is the law of the eternal wheel.

    Set Me Free

    Oh morning sun, beat down on me…
    Turn my day into gold.
    Life has brought me, a lot of misery…
    I don't want to feel so old.

    I've lived all my life, in this eternal cold…
    All I need is some heat.
    My hands are getting tired, and my feet are getting numb…
    I want to get back on my feet.

    Oh morning sun, beat down on me…
    Turn my day into gold.
    Life has brought me, a lot of misery…
    I don't want to feel so old.

    Across the far blue mountains, I see my destiny…
    She's waving her hands and calling me.
    As the spring wind blows, the scent of pine in the breeze,
    Morning sun, you come and set me free.

    Oh morning sun, beat down on me…
    Turn my day into gold.
    Life has brought me, a lot of misery…
    I don't want to feel so old.

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