The Heavy Voices

The tremble that creeps in The hold that seems unfair , Supposed to be doomed by the ones Now they are the ones to stare. The holy shrine suppressed deep down, Under the hollow crown of the faces That triggers the sheer experience Of treachery and heavy voices. Lame, broken stays the strength With the hope to clarify the downfall Still craving for the essence of Midnight dreams and the true calls. What about those tempers that Never mind of destroying too fast? Those fierce battles will be unknown Remains are the ones to finally last!