Gallowmere

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Member Since: 07/04/2006
Influences: The deaths of friends,
The lives of those who might soon join them,
Those that have stood for what is right,
Those that have been trampled for standing in the way of what is wrong.

The will of the many,
The unchallenged power of the few,
Those who break their backs to make others' lives more substantial,
And those who live in comfort while men starve like dogs on their doorstep.

The sound of change,
Resonating through halls of tyranny,
And the stench of fear that permeates their fortress,
While the distant rumble of thunder foretells its collapse.

Sounds Like: The tolling of a clock tower at midnight,
As the last breaths of a million dead men rise up together into a wall of righteous anger,
Rising up, up, up, far above the concerns of the mortals below,
So that their chorus is only a distant echo amongst the winds.
And just as the apathy that walks the earth far below their peak could sink no lower,
The wall shall topple atop them all, turning them into simple shadows and dust,
With a rumble that shall drown out the cries of the rapacious below,
As they are shattered and scattered to mix among those that they had buried with but a passing glance.
Type of Label: Major