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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 surrounded by walls embrace
The tumultuous harmony and fend it off
enchanted throng
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 vision
A crown, it meets your eye
ring out as you face the sky
Only those, who did choose, to their locks
Have this maniacal trepidation.
...And when not meeting to 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 brotherhood not
Understand our ways and we not expect this
Not until the day darkness and light are truly one
is not bad for we do not need them!
...Our....will...is...our own...
We are already in a situation inflamed
mainstream
you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you.
We may not have your money or your
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 support those of half-light
But they shall visit out inner sanctum.
This shall be kept so precious, is the disturbing delight,
Giving us light its dark
helping us to find our misgivings lie.
Giving us dreams and support, of oneiric omniscience
us challenge each plight
selecting and directing our lives.
......I adrenaline crimes...its metal that makes me so high!
I scream as I thrash my head, to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!