Place to bury bone Time to crawl in hole
My skin bleeds grief, The future seems a rotted
Righteous MetalVolume pedalWe?ve got the settingAnd now we?re lettin? it
See the man in blackWatch as he walks byI know
Blood and anger go hand in handDeath and glory across
Alone I lie, cold, misconstrued, my grip is
Eroticism churns the seed, An attempt to satisfy our
Nothing is easyExcept to feel painThe notion of pleasureIs running
A shuttering retired widow, Overlooks....a land condemned. Persecuted sun has
Sunken eyes, visually submerged, my disillusion well defined.
You radiate cold shafts of broken glass, Through my
The fires of Hell, they yearn for youStoked on fear,
Maybe for someLife is elegantMaybe for someLife was faithful sentBut
Envolvement lacked, On your part, Mutual feelings,
One touch of my burning handEternal blazin? Hell on EarthVaporize
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