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Chaos Reigns At Dawn lyrics

Bloodthirsty eyes
Lying in wait
Behind rifles and machine guns
In the dead land
Fighting, raging, killing
Take no prisoners
No living soul in the wasteland
We want no prisoners

The guns ahead fall silent
Defenders have been finished off
The ground is littered with corpses
Chaos reigns at dawn

Hovering clouds of choking yellow gas
Drifting slowly about
Death is spreading around
There where the wind blows
No air left to breathe

Emerging from clouds of dust and smoke
Shock troopers appear, from the frontline
Feel no dread of approaching death
Chaos reigns at dawn

Phosphor shells explode
Men rolling on the ground
Desperate horror
Unable to quench the flames

The wounded are wailing around
Crying for help
Pale faces staring into the eyes of death

Bloodthirsty eyes
Lying in wait
Behind rifles and machine guns
In the dead land
Fighting, raging, killing
Take no prisoners
No living soul in the wasteland
We want no prisoners

The guns ahead fall silent
Defenders have been finished off
The ground is littered with corpses
Chaos reigns at dawn

Hovering clouds of choking yellow gas
Drifting slowly about
Death is spreading around
There where the wind blows
No air left to breathe

Emerging from clouds of dust and smoke
Shock troopers appear, from the frontline
Feel no dread of approaching death
Chaos reigns at dawn

posted by Blog Girl @ 5:33 AM 0 Comments

If I Were A Calypsonian lyrics - Alexander Nderitu

If I were a Calypsonian, like David Rudder,
I would write a love song for my lover
And dress it up with colourful descriptions
Of her beauty and grace and sense of fashion.
Sweet lyrics I would compose for my Significant Other;
To make her blush and forget her anger.

If I were a Calypsonian, like Mighty Sparrow,
I would compose a vibrant song for the Carnival;
With a horn section and strong African beats
That would have all the girls dancing in the streets
In their outlandish costumes and accessories.


If I were a Calypsonian, like Lord Kitchener,
I would tell a hundred tales, all in Calypso,
Of love and life and matters political,
In order to educate and entertain the listener.
I would be the poor man’s newspaper.

If I were a Calypsonian, like Lord Melody,
I would be the leader of a big steel band.
And I would sing funny songs about moms and dads,
Sons and daughters, sexy women and crooked politicians.
My band would tour all over Trinidad
And revive the Calypso art throughout the Caribbean.

posted by Blog Girl @ 5:29 AM 0 Comments