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I watch as you your heads, bowing to a god called metal!
I hear your excited cries - your as if he is speaking within you
The army approaches the site.
- versus - auricle.
The group is surrounded by walls that
The tumultuous harmony and fend it off
into enchanted
waves of it crashes -
a grindingshore....valour....
We all fear the day a time we hope will be years
Inspection of reflection, recession of hair vision
A balding crown, it your eye
ring out as you face the sky
Only those, who did choose, to grow their
this maniacal type trepidation.
...And when not to receive the aural abuse
Worship not end!
Each devotee has his own eclectic
Some more volumes than the next
Many have similar source of
there are naught that are identical.
Any of those the brotherhood shalt not
our ways and we should not expect this
Not the day when darkness and light are truly one
This is not bad for we do not them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are already in a situation that's
mainstream
Fuck you megalomaniacs - we can thrive you.
We may not have money or your health
But we are free from greed, our intrinsic
We don't need money - or input!
There are half-breeds who are not enlightened,
Those who but do not love
who see, understand, but do not feel.
We accept them, and in many cases those of half-light
But they shall never visit out sanctum.
This be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight,
Giving us light its dark
helping us to where our misgivings lie.
Giving us dreams and support, source of oneiric
Helping us each plight
selecting and our precipitous lives.
......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its that makes me so high!
I as I thrash my head, bowing to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!