First of all I'd like to apologize if this is the wrong forum, I wasn't sure where to put this thread.
Ok well my band is working on putting together some rip your face off metal. We have one more slot open for a song. Now I have three potential canidates for that spot. I just cannot seem to pick which one (probably the fault of every musician or poet). So if you could, can you folks help me pick?
Sonnenuntergang:
Humanity is wicked and cruel,
Killing innocents in the name of a misguided God,
Greedily hoarding the fruits of prosperity,
While hapless children starve alone,
A continuum that humanity continues to condone,
Our pseudo love is gone, and empathy’s gone with it,
I can feel this world slipping between undeserving fingers,
The sun is setting on a failed dream,
And it will not rise tomorrow…
No dawn amidst this f***ing SORROW!
(We’ll never survive the morning)
We sit here mourning the passing of the world,
A world that never was!
This is the end of it all; the world is willing a fall,
We were given every chance to excel,
Yet you squandered it and you squander it still,
The sun is setting, the end of this dream,
It will not rise again tomorrow,
No dawn, no dawn,
No dawn amidst all this sorrow!
(We’ll not survive the morning)
This Price of Freedom:
We hold this hill over which none shall pass
Entrenched deep into the earth
This burning hatred we hold in our hearts-
To which this war gave birth
The gentle breeze does nothing to alleviate the stench
As a hundred score bodies lying burning… decaying
The grotesque shapes of men broken before our guns
Retribution for our comrades’ slaying
The uproarious sound of artillery rain
The sound of a lost brother’s final cry
The horrendous blood price of freedom-
For which we give ourselves to die
A Cold Winter Night:
(Stille Nacht! Heilige Nacht!
Gottes Sohn! O wie lacht!
Lieb' aus deinem goettlichen Mund,
Da schlägt uns die rettende Stund)
A cold night in deserted city streets
The bitter wind bites into exposed skin
The distant echo of discharging firearms
Waiting in a daze for the bloodshed to begin
The sound of treads grows steadily louder
The air fills with shrapnel and hot lead
Men fall with one last guttural cry
And the snow lays its veil upon the dead
Women and children caught in the crossfire
Men falling forever for a broken pile of stone
Tombs built from someone’s home
Encasing the frosted remains of flesh and bone
(Stille Nacht! Unheilige Nacht!
Gottes Sohn! O wie lacht!
Hass aus deinem gottverlassen Mund,
Warten uns auf die vernichten Stund)
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