The ride to which no words can be assigned, whose intentions lay shrouded in idle mist; a pillar of noncrete onto which no presumptions may be cast; a fortress of ambiguity that fears not scorn nor compliment.
A slice of freedom that can not be torn asunder.
Eric Hair11.21.08 - 5:01 pm
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They're walking by the night
The moon has frozen blue
Long black coats a shelter for the rain
Their load must get through
Now bats are leaving their trees
They're joining the call
Seven satanic Hell preachers
Heading for the hall
Bringing the blood of a newborn child
Got to succeed, if not it's Satan's fall
Home... Come home
Evil messengers with blood stained wings
Home... Come home
Home... Come home
Is it Satan's fall?
No... It's Satan's call
Craniums high on stakes
It's Satan's epigraph
Something you can't erase... 666
They call him the beast
Use your demon eyes, uncover the disguise
Time is out.. Yeah, I don't need your god
Oh the law of Satan
Pray and obey it forever
Oh the law of Satan
Innocent lovers...it's a lie
Iron fists won't do no good against the evil eyes
Of seven holy Hell preachers, don't you even try
Now they cross the river Styx and see the castle rise
So high
Waiting on the other shore for Charon to arrive
A shape with horns and glowing eyes, Satanrs still alive
He receives the sacrifice with evil laughs and pride
You better escape, you've got to escape
You cannot escape
ruinedbyidiots11.21.08 - 6:14 pm
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