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I as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal!
I hear your excited - your shouts as if he is speaking within you
The army the battle site.
Sound - - auricle.
The group is surrounded by walls that
The tumultuous harmony and then it off
enchanted throng
waves of it crashes -
a grindingshore....valour....
We all fear the day a time we hope will be years
of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision
A balding crown, it your eye
screams 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
does not end!
Each devotee has his own bible
Some more volumes than the next
Many have source of inspiration
Although there are naught are identical.
Any of outside the brotherhood shalt not
Understand our ways and we should not expect
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 already in a situation inflamed
mainstream
Fuck you megalomaniacs - we can without you.
We may not have your money or your
But we are from greed, our intrinsic sociology
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 visit out inner sanctum.
This shall be kept so precious, such is the delight,
Giving us when its dark
helping us to find where our lie.
Giving us and support, source of oneiric omniscience
Helping us challenge each
selecting and directing our lives.
......I adrenaline crimes...its metal that makes me so high!
I scream as I my head, bowing to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!