unicorn horn
to have known
to have known
to have known in life her side
playing the game i was meant to lose
to be born
to be born
and steal the unicorns horn
and feel the sting of the silver thing
and to know
to know
i am lost in the in the tower
that falls
my life would have been
the same to me
if the horned mare
hadnt given the gift
talking like a rat, shaking out my daze
someone comes by and stares at me in the eyes
goes on by, leaving like a fantasy
its a way to live on, to move on fast
and daydream
someone must be told,
that im all alone
to think on my hours
i came from the day
to fade out the blinding ones
oh, what can that mean
to a guy like me
if no one can see
that the world is just like me
the streets
showing theyre afraid, they hide behind me
seeing the ones who came around and thrilled the shadows about
daimond hand donna fights for their lives
while shady lilly comes around and takes their hands
not knowing their strength they die like a weaker flame
the other poison girls follow me around
waiting to strike at my life
raining like hell the night is born
i turn around and run toward the cities dawn
underworld bop
We're gonna go like never before
Down to the ground
Beyond the pillars of stone
To the throne of the damned
Light up your life
To the movements of the lake
Passing the spirits who dance again
To the dead song
With the underworld bop
Something has to stop
But it wont be me dying to the groove
On the sun, a golden world above
Bring down the clouds and let them come along
To the underworld bop
Take down the night
Fly to the sky
Feel the cold blast your eyes
Make the world come alive
Do it
oh
mind poem ect.
diamond hand Donna (a mind poem)
drifting winds across the stone grounds
change and twist the form of the land
but they'll never move diamond hand
Donna, in crumbling towers you sleep
playing the night time with a silver steed
cant you ever come along
and feel the light of dazzling life?
traveling toward the frozen sky
one day you know your magic will die
Diamond hand Donna and your poisonous gang
frightening sorrows follows the Dame
shaken, in the air that blasts
the earth that wont last
to be torn away and never seen again
toward the break of the city
our homes are born from the hearts of gods
no one knows where you will go
on the back of sparrows do you dream of the sky
the night will be young for you again
but can you ever let go of the daimond hand
passing meadow
toward the sun, past the grounds that part their ways
emerald meadows stand in my way, ready
silver rain begins its blasts of arrows, ready
crumbling towers await ahead
standng in the stream of wind, ready for the city
rays
waiting, the morning sky burning above
someone knows im alone here
shaping the day in the form of gray
looking to the northern sky
the future looking down at me, hiding
out of the fog comes rolling down the street
how no one has met her i would never know
the mountains of earth will never seem so low