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 A Thousand Graves Next Door (from Mythos)


A Thousand Graves Next Door

Give me thunder without rain
Strength to break this chain
A storm without danger
Passion without anger

I give you time to know
Exactly what you want--
Though anchorless
You remain in a dangerous harbor

Ignoring the tide
To hold hands with destruction
Refusing the ticket
To the journey you won't take

Fleeing from the horizon
Inland to deep night
Where there's no ocean
No starlight

In distant lands, fortresses fall
The horn of victory sounds
Though you're deaf to the call

Still you run today

But my gypsy blood is burning
I must be on my way

Blind to your path,
You remain unproven,
Sails never filled
To escape the harbor
Of a thousand graves

Sept.6, 2011




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