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I watch as you thrash your heads, to a god called metal!
I your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you
The army approaches the site.
- versus - auricle.
The group is surrounded by that embrace
The tumultuous harmony and then it off
enchanted throng
waves of it crashes -
a grindingshore....valour....
We all fear the day a we hope will be years away
Inspection of reflection, recession of hair vision
A crown, it meets your eye
screams out as you face the sky
Only those, who did choose, to their locks
this maniacal type trepidation.
...And not meeting to receive the aural abuse
Worship not end!
Each devotee has his own bible
Some more volumes than the next
Many have similar source of
Although are naught that are identical.
Any of outside the brotherhood shalt not
Understand our ways and we should not 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 that's inflamed
censors
Fuck you - we can thrive without you.
We may not have your or your health
But we are free from greed, our intrinsic
We don't need money - or input!
are many 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 they shall visit 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 dreams and support, of oneiric omniscience
Helping us challenge each
selecting and directing our lives.
......I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that me so high!
I scream as I my head, bowing to me god.....
So....honour - - pride!