The sun rises on the fifth day
An ill omen, a sign of things to come
It burns blood-red in the height of summer
We seek fame & glory, riches & plunder
We march to the beat of a steady drum
Only forward, we have our orders
We meet the enemy with full force
Armed to the teeth and ready for war
The horses were saddled, but we left them behind
The terrain was more treacherous than we had anticipated
A foul wind blew, stirring up the desert
Blinding us, covering us in a layer of dust
But onwards we march, stopping at nothing
Our sights are set on glory
We will settle for nothing less
We were ready for a war, but not for the battle
The enemy caught us by surprise
Surrounded on all sides
Hidden beneath the sand
Waylaid by snares and traps
We never had a chance
The storm was nothing natural
A conjuring from a powerful sorcerer
The battle was over before it had begun
Our force routed and scattered
Men crying, men fleeing, men dying
They expected us to surrender
But we would rather die before we do
The warrior spirit never dies
Ever looking for a new host
Our stories live on in legend
Passed down through the generations
No cowardice, no surrender
We fought until the end
To a man we all perished
All except for one
The chosen one, the man of prophecy
The one foretold to bring about a day of glory
The one that would unite us
The one who would make our foes suffer
The one whose hammer and sword struck fear in the hearts of man
Our hero, our savior, our god
The blood-red sun foretold a tale of doom
But it wasn’t our doom
It wasn’t our destruction
The battle may have been lost
But the war wasn’t over
We had been ambushed
The folly of fools is being unprepared
And unprepared we were not
For we had magic of our own
A second horde hidden in shadow
Waiting for the signal
Our hero was the bait
Luring the enemy in
One man in all his glory
What good could one man do?
But he was our savior, our god
Strength beyond compare, a whirlwind was he
A blood-red sun, a bloody day
Men were lost, but valor won us that day
A blood-red sun, an ill omen
A tale of doom, but not our own
Heroes may die, but legends live on
A blood-red sun
Death came not to us that day
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Where Darkness Lies
On the road again
On a journey to the unknown
We started out with high hopes
But didn’t know where we would go
We thought we would trailblaze, but didn’t know how
We were unprepared for what was to come, nothing for it now
Went forth with the understanding: learn along the way
We failed to realize that it only made us easy prey
On the road again
Going where darkness lies
On the road again
With no end point in mind
We went forth with high hopes
Thinking us pioneers
Thinking us wise
Thinking we knew better than nature
But in truth, we were blind
We went forth thinking we were prepared
for what life threw at us
We thought we could influence the scenery around us
We thought… We thought… We thought…
But it was not enough
Wherever we may roam, darkness soon follows
A blight on the land, a pox on every man
The path ahead is where darkness lies
The path ahead is full of sorrow
The path ahead, the path ahead
Full of misery, full of pain
Our good intentions were just that
We thought we’d make a difference
We thought we’d do better
We thought we knew what was best
But we knew nothing
Just another colonist thinking we knew what was right
Just another colonist fucking up daily life
On the road to misery, we didn’t know we were headed
Spreading famine and misfortune, death’s angel
Territorial and possessive, claiming that which isn’t ours
Onward we may roam, but darkness is bound to follow
Where we go is where darkness lies
The burden of man is draining on the land
Each man is responsible, would be better off dead
On the road again to where darkness lies
On the path of darkness is where all hope dies
The Light at the End of the Tunnel
Keeping pushing on, keep pushing forward
Reaching onwards, reaching upwards
Never stop, never give in
Never compromise
The journey continues
The dream never dies
The torch is lit
The fire still burns
I want more, I want better
I am striving in every endeavor
I seek greater, I seek treasure
I am blessed beyond measure
Head down, I work hard for what I have
Tunnel vision, I’m focused on what’s ahead
Focused & determined
I see the light at the end of the tunnel
It beckons to me, leads me on
It stands there as a beacon, guiding me towards
The light at the end is my reward
The prize is there firmly within reach
Years of toil, years of pain
Years without tangible gain
Only prepared me for a greater reward
I reap what I sow
Effort & ambition
Determination & grit
There may not have been recognition
But your blood, sweat, and tears will pay off
There’s a light at the end of the tunnel
Not the end, but only the beginning
A new chapter, a new story
One that’s not yet written
You’re a trailblazer, a warrior
You forge your own path
You keep on keeping on when the going gets tough
Through sheer will you find what you’re looking for
Years of effort, years of rugged determination
You worked hard for every good thing
Open your hands, receive your reward
You deserve every blessing
Sad Boy
Isolated and alone I sat
On my lonesome I was
An outcast—to no one I belonged
No one to claim me as their own
In my silence I was raging
In my mind I was misunderstood
In my heart I was hurting
So desperately alone
Each new day brought on more hardship
Something I didn’t know how to handle
No one ever told me it would be this hard
No one ever told me growing up would hurt this much
I was just a sad boy
Didn’t know where I could find my peace
Just a sad boy trying to find some meaning
Trying to find someone who would accept me for me
An outcast on my own
A sad boy desperately alone
Isolated and misunderstood
Lost and looking for meaning
No one ever told me it would be this hard
No on ever told me that growing up would be this way
I thought that a better life would come another day
But the more I learned, the harder it seemed
The older I got, the more I hurt
The more I hurt, the more I spiraled
The more I spiraled, the more alone I felt
Alone and on my own
A sad boy with nothing to gain
And nothing to lose
A sad boy who wasn’t alone
So many others hurting and crying
So many others feeling the weight of the world
We might be isolated, but we are not alone
We might be misunderstood, but it doesn’t mean we’re not loved
No longer a sad boy
No longer an outcast
No longer a sad boy
No longer unloved
On My Lonesome
Sometimes it’s better to be alone
Stuck with nowhere to go
No one to see, nowhere to be
Life is full of disappointments
But there is so much to see
A whole world is out there
Waiting to be touched
Waiting to be smelled
Waiting to be heard
Waiting to be seen
Sometimes I don’t know what comes over me
People suck, that is reality
It’s hard to ignore
Social interaction is draining
It’s overrated, is it a fallacy?
Sometimes it’s better to be alone
No one to impress other than me
No facade is necessary
Me, just me, only me
As real as I can be
Some people just don’t understand
What it’s like to be me
It’s safer to be alone
Safer on my own
Alone but not lonely
On my own but not alone
One day we will understand
Who we are, and where we stand
Love for oneself goes a long way
I was lost, but have been found
(Found) who I was and what I was meant to do
One day I hope that you will too
Separate yourself from others and from expectation
It takes being alone to find yourself
Alone is not so bad
Quiet the voices in your head
So many people chattering around you
But there’s only one voice that matters
Find who you are, find your purpose
Self-discovery and self-love
Self-confidence and self-assurance
On your lonesome for a short time
Find who you’re meant to be
Find what you’re meant to do
Know yourself, be yourself, love yourself
And all things will come together in the end
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