Blackwater - Thomas Dybdahl

Crossed a plain that left behind dark days. Filled a void that I thought could not be replaced. Now gone it seems so out or reach. I have lived. I have felt. It

Convictions Lost direction Once a fielded dream Controlled by the heat within Cold could not withstand pressure to keep the sky in my hand Now a failing breeze

Internal War Killing our own Burn the ones that have sinned against Claim their lives in your death romance Arm the young with your hunting toys By your own act