sábado, 3 de dezembro de 2011

Pure !

Push forward, relentlessly, a force upon my voice.
Blood boils, cut the necks contaminate the soils.
Hands touch on decay, doom so sweet, redeemer
Frozen the moon and melted the sun, upon the eyes of the sinner
Caress the blade as it reaps through your flesh, oh so sweet
Oblivion awaits the merciful, the Halls of Stone the brave
Fallen, scarred, beaten, shackled, destroyers of worlds
Brothers of mine in this realm of darkness
I shall scorn any light that trough here passes, and keep this darkness pure!

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