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Standing on the edge of tommarrow and yesterdays the mirror.

When tommarrow is today will we remember yesteday?

Are we crimson, are we jade, born of light to darkness fade

Paint the stars in velvet black, draw them in a faultered shade.

The skies are grey as the world fades to black

crimson stained lands the light they lack

Wrapped in the silence, the things they've made,

For killing, and bloodspillingand thier tyrants lead the way

When our yesterdays are full of sorrow and horror is it's mate

When forgotten are our days of peace will it be to late?

Lay them down in fields of tattered jade, and lay them there till the peace is made.Never shall they see that crimson fire.

Are we living, are we dead , is the furture in our head?

Lift the voices, hear the song. Born in silence are we wrong?

Stand on toes and reach the sky,to own the world they will die.

Thier children fade,the will they lack,born to follow the sheep are back.

To the slaughter they will go, step by step, know resistance, no!

And thier silence echo's deep, into my rebeling heart to creep.

Born of darkness,lived in jade,born to fight I'll not abade,

WInds will stir and I'll look back on all of yesterday and

Lay them down in fields of tattered jade, and lay them there till the peace is made.Never shall they see that crimson fire.

Clinging to tommarrow I'll make the most of today,

Do the best I can to live my life my own way.

I dont need the light, the crutch I've set aside

too many crimson tainted hands, to many pretences to abide

Are we silent , are we mute, will they ever know the truth.

Standing on the edge of tommarrow and yesterdays the mirror.

When tommarrow is today will we remember yesteday?

Are we crimson, are we jade, born of light to darkness fade

Paint the stars in velvet black, draw them in a faultered shade.

The skies are grey as the world fades to black

crimson stained lands the light they lack

Wrapped in the silence, the things they've made,

For killing, and bloodspillingand thier tyrants lead the way

When our yesterdays are full of sorrow and horror is it's mate

When forgotten are our days of peace will it be to late?

Lay them down in fields of tattered jade, and lay them there till the peace is made.Never shall they see that crimson fire.

Are we living, are we dead , is the furture in our head?

Lift the voices, hear the song. Born in silence are we wrong?

Stand on toes and reach the sky,to own the world they will die.

Thier children fade,the will they lack,born to follow the sheep are back.

To the slaughter they will go, step by step, know resistance, no!

And thier silence echo's deep, into my rebeling heart to creep.

Born of darkness,lived in jade,born to fight I'll not abade,

WInds will stir and I'll look back on all of yesterday and

Lay them down in fields of tattered jade, and lay them there till the peace is made.Never shall they see that crimson fire.

Clinging to tommarrow I'll make the most of today,

Do the best I can to live my life my own way.

I dont need the light, the crutch I've set aside

too many crimson tainted hands, to many pretences to abide

Are we silent , are we mute, will they ever know the truth.