"It was a travel to an appalling place a sector of the modernizing world that both Kingdoms und Empires had neglected. The year was 1708 A.D., und as the threshold of the theater fixed its eyes upon a new und promising land (Amerika) the true tragedy unfolded beneath the shadow of the brokenness. 

Amidst the dark forests..The Watchtower called its own ..

733 lives lost of Four Generations "

(The following is the lyrics to a song already composed, copywritten, und compilated. Piece to be added to final works. )

 

Watchtower

Noon-time has come, The bell rings loud
The people gather 'round the square

Their whispers are no more
Yet one child cries out in fear

He has seen this before
Today will be the last day he has to endure

 -         From the tower high
-         A balled roars from the pipes
-         And as the music plays
-         So the killing begins

  ~  O, how I remember it well
~   The terror of the watch tower

 The stones have been chosen
 To mark their victims well

The blood is now flowing
Through the village square

 The cobble stone stenches
With the scent of dying flesh

Next new moon they do it again
Like cattle herded into pen

 -         From the tower high
-         A balled roars from the pipes
-         And as the music played
-         So the killing began

 ~  O, how I remember it well
~   The terror of the watch tower

 The people cry out in rage.
The village again is ridden with Pain.

They cut themselves clean with glass
To frighten the watch tower mass…

 ~  O....... how ~ ...the Watchtower

 

:by Daecaunt