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I watch as you thrash your heads, to a god called metal!
I hear your cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you
The army the battle site.
Sound - - auricle.
The group is surrounded by that embrace
The harmony and then fend it off
enchanted throng
waves of hair it -
a grindingshore....valour....
We all fear the day a we hope 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 their
Have maniacal type trepidation.
...And not meeting to receive the aural abuse
Worship not end!
Each has his own eclectic bible
Some with more volumes the next
Many have similar of inspiration
Although are naught that are identical.
Any of those outside the brotherhood not
Understand our ways and we not expect this
Not until the day when darkness and light are one
This is not bad for we do not them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are already in a situation inflamed
censors
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 your - or input!
There are many who are not enlightened,
who understand 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 out inner sanctum.
This shall be so precious, such is the disturbing delight,
Giving us when its dark
us to find where our misgivings lie.
Giving us and support, source of oneiric omniscience
Helping us challenge each
selecting and our precipitous lives.
......I suffer crimes...its metal that makes me so high!
I as I thrash my head, bowing to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!