And achievements lose its savor.
When pleasure becomes stale
And ambition becomes a vague term.
The world might be headed to an abyss
Drowned by the misery of her deeds
Enveloped by the desires of evil men
Playing with heart of folks for privy gain
It all started in the heart of sin
Birthed by the breath of the dragon
Driving men to satisfy self and self alone
Denying the main purpose for existence
I hear a call from the mountains
Saying " come up sons of the soil, be strengthened and hope on
Cos, all these shall pass"
The glory in wait for us
Be greater than the misery we see
The responsibility that awaits us
Be greater than the burden we bear
Zion be strengthened
Thy king knows thy name
And he'll rebuild thy gate
And thou shall be a glorious bride.
Chryss
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