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I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god metal!
I hear excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you
The approaches the battle site.
Sound - - auricle.
The group is surrounded by walls embrace
The tumultuous harmony and fend it off
into enchanted
waves of hair it -
a grindingshore....valour....
We all fear the day a time we will be years away
of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision
A balding crown, it meets eye
screams ring out as you the sky
Only those, who did choose, to their locks
Have this maniacal trepidation.
...And when not meeting to the aural abuse
does not end!
Each devotee has his own eclectic
Some with more than the next
Many similar source of inspiration
there are naught that are identical.
Any of outside the brotherhood shalt not
Understand our ways and we should not expect
Not until the day when and light are truly one
is not bad for we do not need them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are already in a that's inflamed
mainstream
you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you.
We may not your 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 shall never visit out inner sanctum.
This be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight,
Giving us when its dark
helping us to find where our lie.
Giving us dreams and support, source of omniscience
Helping us challenge each
selecting and our precipitous lives.
......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that me so high!
I scream as I my head, bowing to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!