I guess this is pretty late, but I noticed I still have some people watching me (no idea why, lol), so I thought it wouldn't hurt to throw this out there.

I moved to a new account a while ago in order to distance myself from some things this account name was originally tied to. I know I've talked to some of you before on occasion, so if you want to get in touch again, and want my new account name, feel free to note me. I still check in from time to time on here.

Yeah, I could just post a link to my new account, and finding it probably wouldn't be difficult if you watch the artists I commission, but I'd just feel more comfortable not linking to it.

I hope everyone is doing okay out there in furryland. Stay frosty.

I'm a soldier, meaning that I'm
Both the defendant and the judge
I'm standing on both sides of the fire
Going around turns, overtaking death and life
I'm running to fight with the shadow of a lie
No matter how many threads deception would weave
Truth will show its face of light


Save your tears
for the day
when our pain is far behind
on your feet
come with me
we are soldiers stand or die
Save your fears
take your place
save them for the judgement day
fast and free
follow me
time to make the sacrifice
we rise or fall


I'm a soldier, born to stand
in this waking hell I am
witnessing more than I can compute
pray myself we don't forget
lies, betrayed and the oppressed
please give me the strength to be the truth
people facing the fire together
if we don't, we'll lose all we have found


After a dream to the edge of a chasm
Only that way can the world be saved
Don't you cry,
Hide the tears,
Because a new day will start
Your fire
Will be heated
By thousands of hearts
But now get up
Hide the pain and fear far
The one who's right will win
Know that everything is in your hands

"There must be some way out of here," said the joker to the thief,
"There's too much confusion, I can't get no relief.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth,
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth."

"No reason to get excited," the thief, he kindly spoke,
"There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.
But you and I, we've been through that, and this is not our fate,
So let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late."

All along the watchtower, princes kept the view
While all the women came and went, barefoot servants, too.

Outside in the distance a wildcat did growl,
Two riders were approaching, the wind began to howl.