Tribal Eagle

Cross Symbol of death Symbol of life Long time ago One man died Lived without sin Didn't deserve to die But because of us He was crucified Hope Reason to live Kills desperate suffer Amazing grace Wants to offer After death Life in Heaven No sin, no pain Rejoice forever

Submitted by Immortal — Apr 26, 2025

I've searched for hope from the ways of men From the mazes of those hectic nations And what have I found? Sun and happiness? Or eternal moonlight, eternal sadness? I've seen all those lands and people so far Whose children had to born into the midst of war Their homes were burned down by the hate of brothers And the women were raped right under their eyes So many ships sailing at those cold-watered seas All those planes on the sky, will the bombing never cease? So many catastrophes with countless innocent victims All those bleak tears left behind by sadness Questions asked, never answered Hearts without love, not being cared What is this senselessness of life? Thinking, but do I have to cry?

Submitted by Dahmers Fridge — Apr 26, 2025

Tribal Eagle with no wings You cannot fly, tied up in skin You cannot scream, you cannot sing Sign of freedom, tied up in skin Tribal Eagle freedom couldn't bring You are nothing without black ink Ink as black as your heart of sin You don't exist without pricks of pin Pricks of pin cause some ache Ache for nothing, but one man's pain Washed away the black ink sin To your heart, freedom brings Tribal Eagle, your wings grow strong With His peace inside, you won't go wrong Tied up in skin no more you are A real eagle, fly free, fly far!

Submitted by Celtic Frost — Apr 26, 2025

These white snowy regions Dyed to blue for a moment Before this cold winter day Disappears into the dark night You watch as the sun retreats Into the gloomy darkness Of spruce forest Wondering if it will never find It's way back to day and light This is the blue moment of your life Sad things bring sad feelings And you don't know if you Will rise or fall Is this the end or a start for Something new? You approach the gloomy Embrace of the spruces I pray that the angels would Guide your feet And as you vanish from my Sight, I know Only the Creator of Life Can heal your heart You roam at the edge of Death's icy chasm But even then you won't Slip, you won't step astray Soon you'll find a bridge And cross the chasm Between the branches You'll see the Glimmer of day Glimmer of light Glimmer of hope Glimmer of Christ

Submitted by MetalElf — Apr 26, 2025