threw mist where the shadows lay living always in their waking dreams through this life where the grip on real world is sliping too the endless abiss where all shall come to lay in the times ahead where those tied too the ways of old shall learn that the books do not old turth too what will be only the way it was shall the words tell
Of forgoton blood once spilled it was once the sweet rain of death now falls as the rain of life upon those born too forgoton for this is there time too live,grow and enjoy for once they know peace with out worry with out fearng what comes for they are will be ready for there last stand
hellflame3000 · Tue Mar 22, 2005 @ 12:36am · 0 Comments |