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| Current music: | disturbed... im not sure why... |
another lost to this war
only to return, mangled and sore
a patriot to hell
a mortals fairwell
and to this satan do we trust
to break the sins of lies and lust?
to care for his as we did try
being lead by unmaksed lies...
in his calws you will rest
althought youve done your very best
so when will you return to life
look beyond the hate and strife
now ive lost you from my grasp
skelatol hands in which i clasp
the bood has drained away
the bones are at decay
now who ill help our royal gnome?
searching for a civil home
can no longer fight the battles' wrath
who bears the endless young mans draft
the deamons army they collect
every soilder hand select
they burden you with ball and chain
imprisonment, cursed in slain
the fallen angels are your guide
so gald your with me for this ride
(written for a friend) - if u know him, youll know who its about- and why i wrote it....
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