Tests (Frightened)

A Frightful Test,

Enthralls, Worries, And Torments

All Who Loom At Its

Deafening Steel Gates



Sweet Victors bathe in Glory

Weeping are the ones who lost in the battle

Enraged by Sinking Score



I Stand in the Middle

No Praise Or Rage Look ahead

For Me, but silent halls

And Echoing footfalls,

Lamenting a Silent Future

And A Bewildering Past,

I Stand Alone