A thousand stories ever told,
Nothing new, all of old.
Faces and places that cannot be traced,
A murmur that whispers, never erased.
Memories merge and forms new lies,
Seeking revenge within their cries.
A hallowed ground protecting all,
What will we do when those walls fall?
An ancient evil we cannot erase,
Hiding within that innocent face.
A cures that runs through the soul,
Ebbing and flowing towards its’ goal.
An angel or a demon, we cannot tell,
A spawn that comes straight from hell.