Crimson Peak

Take a look at the ceiling at a burning dawn
like a bird of doom
trembling under secrets that lie in his hands
he stands in the dark
his hand is red from the freezin cold
secretly watching in the mist

the air is vibrating as he comes closer
go across the cracks
can you see as he shifts ?
Where his secrets lies beneath all those weary smiles
under all these empty phrases
cracked and hollow

Mine Edge

Here we stand
stand on line
the shames of Rome
Caius told us to mend and charge home
we look to it

Make us quick in work
we put our shields before our hearts
and we fight with hearts more prove than shield
souls of geese that bear the shapes of men

By the fires of heaven
Charge Home

Inspiration: Coriolanus by W. Shakespeare

The Green Field

Flowing through the fields of grass so green,
so dear, so soft,
the wind is blowing tender,
caressing it´s peak like a kissing dove,

the touch of it turns it from tide to tide,
falling, rising ... tumbling down,
and through clouds the sun is rising above,
warming it´s waverin foam.