Martin Vozár septima 3. miesto v krajskom kole
Daniel Kuklovský 1B 3. miesto v krajskom kole
Marek Homola 1B
Leonard Puškáč 1B
Alexandra Rampašeková 2A
Súťažný príspevok Daniela Kuklovského:
Sun is rising once again,
daylight never meant the same.
They blessed the power with their praise,
threw the flowers on empty graves.
Here, in the city angels forgot about,
where the living fear to tread,
corrupted by the shadow of doubt.
Place they all call Shadowland.
Sun never meant nothing to what has left here,
black skies are the only they have ever seen.
But the brave warriors dare to interfere
the darkness.
And leave it as it has never been…
For this city bound in darkness,
there is now way to be clean again.
But holy water in our hands
to wash the sins of yesterday.
The people let wrong one achieve the power,
to blind them with visions full of lies.
So we won´t stop ´till it is over.
the age of the one who rules the flies.
Here are the heroes marching down the street,
with angels by their side.
And their homeland under their feet,
just lost the last piece of pride.
They wanted us to fight, for we are the nation
but we took a stand as they kneeled
praying and begging for salvation
as they fell to legs of the one they thought they need.
And shadows, they just hover,
over the nothingness tangled in their dreams.
The higher you build the tower,
the smaller the reason seems.
And prophets became just a stray,
haven´t said much so far.
Aim for the moon they say,
and if you miss, you will land upon the stars.
But what a shame the stars don´t glow,
and even the moon has abandoned us.
There ´s no other way than just go
and hope for better tomorrow.
Now, witches are burning at the stake,
prophets kneeling at the gallows,
priests praying for souls so shallow,
given up the last piece of faith.
And ground is turning red,
As rays of light start to bore
like needles through veins of the innocent,
their dark hearts corrupted to their cores.
And the Fallen cannot raise and pray
for the heroes that once stood,
where the desolation lies today,
as a blessing for those bound in blood.
To the city where they couldn´t see
through the mist full of lies.
Where the last of the good deeds
was the silence of the battle cries...
Sun is rising once again,
darkness never meant the same.
Nothing has been left to praise,
the Fallen can´t rise from their graves.
Here, where people can´t withstand,
the death of their beloved fellows.
Guess it has always been Shadowland
-the land of shadows.