Instinct and Disillusion

Tracking the wolf from the baron wasteland to the west fallen trees

With might and anger guiding you through

The bridge of humble accord comes to a stop

With no steps to take the last string to hold snaps and left for dead is what they say

No way back intending for death

No second life nor second chance to pay those that gave

No scene to farfetched to seem so farfetched

As eyes scan the area that falls beneath your feet

No time left for dead but the unseeingly eyes of my enemy

But hope grows inside

The rallying of the horsemen that come to hither upon their steeds

Still to life's hands we hold on tightly to

The fall of the pen has begun

The rise of the gun sprung the traps

The bears that were meant to be caught have over come such simple design and forged their own weapons

Holding on so tightly

In life's grip

On mother nature's own roots do we hang in the balance waiting for a hero to come

It is time that we closed our eyes and not imagine but in vision take control

Raise up not arms but hands

put down not life but the weapon

Put up with not the torment

and hold onto hope

Is all we have not significant

but in hope we have faith

In faith we have hope

In destiny we fear

In fear we have destiny

With emotion comes darkness within the light

So with light there is shadow

Hidden until the unset grows darker

In the time we shall not see

The fall and rise of the great deceit