| Moving over lives to come! I can see, over this it will be. Truly something of the Tree, hanging their by a rope, the dead one soaks. He's in the rain, the time of his pain, all of lifes chains, pure utter rage lives inside.. All of my Rate will rise up in me. And I will fly away into the thundering sky..She was mine, she just had to die, and I must confess, that all of this time.. Was me who was missed. Over the Mountains and under the Sea, the voices of Hell are calling me. Turning the stones to look at the Skulls, and filling the wells with a flood of blood. The Sun is black, the Demons begin to Attack. The Magic man, dead, swaying from a tree, in the wind, all of the Earth's Holy Christians will.. Is bent.. It isn't Satan. its the Coming, the Coming of all the Lords of the Nine Hells Jesus isn't here, but the Demons will learn to Fear.. He who walks amongst the shadows, ready, for War.. So before you say I am a Bore.. Remember this.. You'll be saved by a Freak. |
