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I watch as you thrash your heads, to a god called metal!
I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking you
The army the battle site.
- versus - auricle.
The group is by walls that embrace
The harmony and then fend it off
into enchanted
waves of hair it -
a grindingshore....valour....
We all fear the day a time we will be years away
Inspection of reflection, recession of hair assaults
A crown, it meets your eye
ring out as you face the sky
Only those, who did choose, to grow locks
this maniacal type trepidation.
...And when not to receive the aural abuse
Worship not end!
Each devotee has his own eclectic
Some with more volumes the next
Many have similar source of
Although are naught that are identical.
Any of those outside the shalt not
Understand our and we should not expect this
Not until the day darkness and light are truly one
This is not bad for we do not them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are in a situation that's inflamed
censors
Fuck you megalomaniacs - we can thrive you.
We may not have your or your health
But we are free from greed, our sociology
We don't need your - or input!
are many 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 support those of half-light
But they shall never visit out sanctum.
shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight,
Giving us light its dark
helping us to find where our lie.
Giving us and support, source of oneiric omniscience
us challenge each plight
selecting and directing our lives.
......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal makes me so high!
I scream as I thrash my head, to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!