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The Armored March (11/21/2006)
11/21/2006
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One step meets two, open, in the sea street.
We will reign free. I can't be king.
Right me from this dead bulb.
One step meets two, open, in the sea street.
We will reign free, as the sons of the first King.
When wave meets foot,
A ships wreck will drown it's crew.
Every man must face the fears, so he can brave.
Please turn this vessel back to flagship
So I can brave it, hold fast and brave.
Every man who steps aboard
Must face the fears and brave.
He must brave.
Cause even the most praised of ships
Will wreck when the captain is careless.
Oh Captain! The waves are, like jaws, dripping...
Oh, let me not be made meal to the sea.
Cause I want to be strong.
Yeah I want to see the cannons jump.
Strip my pride. Oh, strip my pride.
Let no fault meet this hull.
I know the reef's kiss. It cuts and sinks.
Draws me deep inside her. I won't fear her.
Through swells, we will reign free
As the sons of the first King.
The sons of Flagship


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I've been hit! Oh My God! Oh My God!
The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. Send word!
The clarit river forms at my boots
With a flash and rain of dirt
I've been met for the hundredth time
Call the medic. This wounds meant to cripple! RUN!
The red crest on his head
And a choice off his lips
He sat never once phased. He,
While I'm open and spilling!
Am I a sheep for the slaughter?
Am I JUST a sheep for the slaughter?
No no, please no, help me!
Oh Death, must you reap one more?
Medic! I've been hit! Oh my God! Oh my God!
The ground burst and cold soaks my shirt. Send word!
The clarit river forms and pools over my head
And for a moment I'm submerged in the lake,
And a sparks birth could not be heard.
All night the thunder of war raged
And it finally seemed as if I had met the eye.
With fights more lost than won I walk away with one trophy
A thousand scars on my own chest
Only to realize nowhere else was I hit.
But then with your grip gloved by mercy
I was wrenched back to the storm!
Lay dead or charge the line! Another patch wont do!
Cut it from my chest, and begin this run


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With the dawn brings vision of the crawling field.
Riddled with vain attempts. All in a corpse, so familiar
But not my own.
This is the difference, between you and I.
We are the captive fighters.
But cuffs must hold stronger. Stronger than skin.
Oh, but until the drops number the floor I'll pull.
Cause I saw the gates,
And they're guarded by a greedy shield
And the most carnal of edge.
This is the difference. You've left on your own, so forlorn.
What have you done?! You've traded the chains,
And bought yourself a new crown.
Now there are no bars! Now there are no bars!
(Be ready) when lips reveal the knives a victim,
from light, becomes feed for the parched.
Bishop, you're as far from the cloth as the dogs.
And we share that familiar thirst.
Bishop, mouths wet with the thought of meat,
To tear and taste, but will it quench? It never does.
Oh our crest is the same, but it's a lie when you wear it.
It's a lie, but were still seen the same.
For the chain and the drops lure
And you, the captive fighter, with victory off your tongue.
Don't you see? Thats what you did.
When the weak looked up to you!
You fraud! Wear your crown of greed...
Light the pyre!
A fraud has been found!
Let it be known, this war will not be won
Without fire, without loss, or without a fight


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We came from the pile.
We came from the dead and dying.
But the moment you pulled
You brought us back to the living.
Stand here to a world at war.
This blacken field leads to ruin,
Ruled by folds pulled tight, and a pit so slick.
Draw your lines, let nothing cross. No!
What booming hate moves close,
So vast that the clouds would follow?
What looms, with thunder?
And the water did fall.
The turn of earth to mud.
Once dried veins, now fill and swell.
Lift the torches, light the fields!
We stand as the giants make way.
We stand as the giants make way.
We are the few to shed the fold,
We are the few!
Oh, sweet lit clarity grant us the eyes for this bane.
Towered beasts now meet our lines...
Oh but fast on the wind came a song, don't turn.
The lines crossed now charge.
The lines crossed but you turned away.
It was a beautiful song, sung through beast's jagged teeth.
It's not real. You'll see. It's not real. You'll see.
She's the one that you want The soft wet skin that haunts.
Deep inside a warmth that lies on a bed,
She's calling to you...
Fight from your knees and the giants will fall.
...taste the wine of her lips, feel free to taste this kiss.
Drink deep and forget the struggle in the battle you live.
Don't turn we need you. Don't turn we need you.
The sirens are calling your name!
Come back. Make the call.
Father, send your rain.
Lay waste to the kings here.
Lay waste to their grip and we'll rise.
We will rise


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We watched them fall. Eyes locked to mine,
Feeling as if I had let them down.
Caught blinded by silk, led by lips
To the baited chains.
Now look around regret.
As the axe swings before your eyes,
Think how everyday we spent dreaming.
Never once did we pick up the sword and learn to fight.
Now is the time. Pick yourself up and fight.
Learn to swing. Learn to swing.
They watched me fall for the last time.
But how is such an elegant blade to be stopped?
When in times where eyes set sites
To cross-hair the weak, my bride,
I'll try, oh so hard, to find that Light.
but in his mind she baits me to fire.
What a cunning foe we've met!
Our horizons pushed pages away to a new fight,
A new method, new plan. But how do I train?
How do you ready a child for war?
Oh what a cunning foe we've met!
The Captain, what will He send?
I know He will send, but what will be sent?
I can feel a slip. A buzzard scrapes nearby...
As I, atop this hill, stand and scream,
It's all I can do to control my gaze
From the curiosity of seeing myself as prey.
And then I heard an armored march.
I heard an armored march that shook the trees.
Bows bent as they sang, "We are the archers!"


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