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I watch as you your heads, bowing to a god called metal!
I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is within you
The army the battle site.
Sound - - auricle.
The group is surrounded by 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 hope be years away
Inspection of reflection, of hair assaults vision
A balding crown, it meets eye
ring out as you face the sky
Only those, who did choose, to grow locks
Have this type trepidation.
...And when not meeting to receive the aural
does not end!
Each devotee has his own bible
Some more volumes than the next
have similar source of inspiration
Although are naught that are identical.
Any of those the brotherhood shalt not
our ways and we should 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 that's inflamed
censors
Fuck you - 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 your - or input!
are many half-breeds who are not enlightened,
Those who understand but do not
who see, understand, but do not feel.
We accept them, and in many cases support those of
But they never visit out inner sanctum.
shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight,
Giving us when its dark
us to find where our misgivings lie.
Giving us dreams and support, source of 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!