Thank you very much, Dundee. :0) That is indeed what I shared but went funny for some reason unknown to myself.
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Thank you very much, Dundee. :0) That is indeed what I shared but went funny for some reason unknown to myself.
I like Bob Dylan too but my favourites are below.
https://youtu.be/90WD_ats6eE
https://youtu.be/90WD_ats6
https://youtu.be/90WD_ats6
What am I supposed to do
If I want to talk about peace and understanding
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand that the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand the language of the sword
I let the blade do the talking...
So my tongue shall become iron
And my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger´s arrow shall strike
All action for the good of all
I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun
The sword is soft
In the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit
And wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest
In the morass of the red rain
Beloved brother enemy
I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
Coexistence, Conflict, combat
Devastation, regeneration, transformation
That is the best I can do for you
I see a grey gloom on the horizon
That promises a powerful sun to rise
To melt away all moons
It will make the old fires of purification
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
If I want to talk about peace and understanding
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to make you understand that the path you chose leads to downfall
But you only understand the language of the sword
What if I want to tell you to leave me and my beloved ones in peace
But you only understand the language of the sword
I let the blade do the talking...
So my tongue shall become iron
And my words the mighty roar of war
Revealing my divine anger´s arrow shall strike
All action for the good of all
I see my reflection in your eyes
But my new age has just begun
The sword is soft
In the fire of the furnace
It hungers to be hit
And wants to have a hundred sisters
In the coldest state of their existence
They may dance the maddest
In the morass of the red rain
Beloved brother enemy
I sing my sword song for you
The lullaby of obliteration
So I can wake up with a smile
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
And bliss in my heart
Coexistence, Conflict, combat
Devastation, regeneration, transformation
That is the best I can do for you
I see a grey gloom on the horizon
That promises a powerful sun to rise
To melt away all moons
It will make the old fires of purification
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
Look like dying embers
There is no world above you
There is no world below you
Is no world in front of you
Is no world behind you
No world beside you
In which the hammer doesn't shatter the jar
In which ice feeds the snarling fire
In which not even the smallest shrub seeks
To overgrow, to cover, to overcome
Its neighbour
When the hour of pain has come
It is You or Me
To live is to breathe, to fight and to suffer
Brave every day
Only the dreaded last one lends peace
No world
That is not ruled by the will to grow, to live, to master
For you too
Carry this core inside of you
Even if your sun is called meekness
And your enemy therat is merely yourself in the end
This core
Of mortal fear and will to live
That is, ultimately, only love
and melts down into itself
Your will rules the world
As an entire law
The valley-depth of your misery
Some day matches the mountain-fortress' height of your bright joy
Water churns hallowing
Runs in and out, purgingly
Flushes out wounds' phantoms
Grieves delusion's spirits
The wise wanderer
Only breaks camp in moving on
Doesn't burn bridges
For one never knows when one needs them again
Scars of the queen of jealousy
Toppled pentacle carved so deeply
Mark of Cain graces the cold
Womb-wounded for so long already
Down to the blood I once pierced the bear
With the strongest rod of all
Moon-like it radiates from my mouth
Moth-mouth, my name is greed
There is no world below you
Is no world in front of you
Is no world behind you
No world beside you
In which the hammer doesn't shatter the jar
In which ice feeds the snarling fire
In which not even the smallest shrub seeks
To overgrow, to cover, to overcome
Its neighbour
When the hour of pain has come
It is You or Me
To live is to breathe, to fight and to suffer
Brave every day
Only the dreaded last one lends peace
No world
That is not ruled by the will to grow, to live, to master
For you too
Carry this core inside of you
Even if your sun is called meekness
And your enemy therat is merely yourself in the end
This core
Of mortal fear and will to live
That is, ultimately, only love
and melts down into itself
Your will rules the world
As an entire law
The valley-depth of your misery
Some day matches the mountain-fortress' height of your bright joy
Water churns hallowing
Runs in and out, purgingly
Flushes out wounds' phantoms
Grieves delusion's spirits
The wise wanderer
Only breaks camp in moving on
Doesn't burn bridges
For one never knows when one needs them again
Scars of the queen of jealousy
Toppled pentacle carved so deeply
Mark of Cain graces the cold
Womb-wounded for so long already
Down to the blood I once pierced the bear
With the strongest rod of all
Moon-like it radiates from my mouth
Moth-mouth, my name is greed