Secret Annals
 

Chorus:

Turn the pages and travel through the ages
Put shameful secrets through painted paces
Place a finger on the Secret Annals (the secret annals, the secret annals)
Raise the linger of the Secret Annals (the secret annals, the secret annals)

Read between the lines and witness the times
Clear your minds and follow my rhymes
Proof is blind in the Secret Annals (the secret annals, the secret annals)
Truth is chimed in the Secret Annals (the secret annals, the secret annals)

Verse 1:

Ignoring premonition I step through the door
Fleeing legend's frail floor to mythical shore
Past myth's pious pore and mind's capped core
When 'here' and 'now' seem concepts no more
Yet where time's destined chore reminds us of war
Crimes of clandestine yore not remembered before
Blurring myriads of lore with fear, dread and gore
Neither death nor ruin too sacred to explore
Imploring devil’s vortex with sick, evil roar
Atop history’s shelf ancient volumes and tome
Hiding secrets and shames, of gold, grief and bone
Of menace and clone wrecking spoil from high throne
Killing millions with bold wreaked by passion of own
Grown with demons of greed, stone-wrought cold all alone
Kingdoms crumbled, empires thrown with no mercies shown
Spelling sentences of demise in born fancies fast flown
All morality is blown by acts of menial drones
From the outside the mighty, but from the inside the crone

Chorus x 1

Verse 2:

In illusion flouting reprimand peoples make last stands
Crusades across sands clashing sword, mace and lance
Races in bands with clans cast in livid raged prance
False honour and cause, Middle East, Britain and France
Across continents, lands, plains of life, death and chance
Hands hack and dance slashing, posing combat stance
Rants and mauls sparking brawls with sick evil glance
Like scurrying rats wild hordes clash in trance
Predicaments of penance, religion’s gaunt plans
Actions create coffins but actors mould the nails
Through the dale of battle waves of blood ripple and sail
Lakes of crimson ale, feeding land, sea and gale
Quailing bodies of frail torn shapes in pitiful wail
Bodies stiff and stale, laced in strings of entrails
Flailed, ripped and cut, veined with fading bone hue pale
Dreams shattered and jailed, faith shamed and failed
Baleful rulers step over corpses to touch their grails
Unlike the lies and tales, only death’s shadow prevails
Yet over and over the powerful veil the shame of war’s trail

Chorus x 1

And I weep for my brothers, why must we kill one another?

HUH!?

Chorus x 1

Oh how can I understand? Is this our fate's demand!?

TELL ME!!

(echo, fade)

uppin for feedback!

dayum

uppin for feedback again

come on.... nobody got any thoughts or feedback spare for this?

im feeling the verse but im not really too high on the chorus maybe because im reading it instead of hearing it ..but it was nice shit the verse had nice vocab nice flow to it and the topic was medicore but u made it nice. make this an audio n it'll prolly get more feedback

yeah, thanks for the feedback! i'll try and audio this soon but i think it still needs some work that's why i was posting it in open mic fÃ-rst to see if people could give me helpful crit. i know the topic is a bit played, but this track is sort of intended as an intro to a track about timetravelling i'm writing for my text album right now. thanks again for your comment!