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"Descend in Echelon"
written by maledeth08:28 AM 10/27/04Well in feverish firth, as sought in futile mass.
Wilt in paranoia turns, to chase away shadows that steal away kraken pride, impasse.
We wish to kill tonight, to frill the bloodless chalices,
In spite of enemy beseech, bury new memories in grass.
Where thy lie to die, become remembrance to the ones who fall to I!!!!
Latter reprisal as we reap the faith of foe and sinew.
Seal thy lips with one word;"victory"
Through crowds of flesh torn asunder, we plight to they in contagion touch.
Contagion touch of they as defeat as my lips speak "victory"
We shall repeat, this futlie tale of memory.
And leave the anima here, in seat.
From the birthing in wombs, to the beautiful skies.
All mankind will obtain the truth of this fight.
In glorious malice and depravity we will run these mysterious falls,
with the blood of our prey, to fill our chalices; glass.
They descend in numbers, the sight of no-chance fools as witnessed by the sun.
They ascend to remembrance, as untold tales of pun.
They refrain from vivacity, as victims to we, in robed victory.
They fall in numbers, in best form. They descend in Echelon.
They vociferate to thine, Supremacy of Evil. |
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War, and the spoils(fucking viral ones too) of victory.
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