As a withered hand grips right through fear
The cold caressing rains
The reaping arms of silence, evolve for us to see
Overruled by a lack of paitence, its untold
Thats the secret that has mad it
Constructi have powers flow desire
The last intense degree
Scratching at the surface, for all of us to hear
Gatrher around, the secrets that you know
And the speech that makes blood flow
Blame desire, you wi will blame revenge
Standing at the solemn shores
Where blessed fools are born
Happiness is wasted, waster blood and tears
Re-abuse infiltration, its untold
Raping life from other nations
The ritual explosi have fires
Rewarding enemies
Shells of empty faces, crying to be free
Dying free, the spirits gather round
While the soul lays underground
Wi will the voices call again?
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Paradise Lost
COLOSSAL RAINS :: Paradise Lost