זהו השיר הרביעי שלי.
הוא נכתב על בסיס אחד הסיפורים שלי.
(משום מה המילה "טיפה" באנגלית כל הזמן נמחקת מהפוסט, אז נאלצתי לכתוב אותה עם רווחים בין האותיות. עמכם הסליחה.)
The keeper of Death
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
Beyond the gates
Of death and sleep
There lays a realm
Of shades and illusion
In which your wits
Is hard to keep
Cant sleep nor wake
In its state of delusion
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
That world is like
A corridor
Beyond it lays
The sweet peace of heaven
Yet first you have
To find the door
Elusive it is
The only safe haven
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
Before you mist
Behind you darkness
Beware of those
Who lurk beyond sight
Your will and heart
You must then harness
The draw of the gray realm
To conquer and fight
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
And if you have
The strength of spirit
And if you wish
The keeper to find
Release the call
And the keeper will hear it
To heed it he must
For his soul is so bound
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
Be cautious and wise
For the keeper is blind
Every soul has its toll
Every wish has its price
Merciless by nature
Unforgiving by kind
The death keeper's fee
May be your demise
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
He has not a name
For the ear could not bear it
Condemned by his kin
For the deeds he has done
He betrayed all he knew
For delusive love's merit
An eternal enslavement
Was all he has won
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
And so with no end
He is tied to the gateway
To mend what was broken
The paths he must guard
Those who trespass
He denies of the pathway
Deceased who crave life
From the living to ward
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
O child of light
And strongest of soul
For the keeper call only
Under dire of needs
For his help has its risk
And souls are his toll
Do not ask loved souls back
To his grim fate it leads
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
It is I who walk death
Those are my final words
I bestow them upon you
To guide those to come
Let my last plea be heard
And escape evil's cords
Let there never be need
For the keeper call's rhyme
A d r o p of blood
A gust of wind
A wish of light
And the keeper will come
בבלוג זה
בכל הבלוגים
