? They're printed in my mind And when I dream my future I hope you'll be there Still with me In the night without stars You're my light in the dark And
eyes? They're printed in my mind And when I dream my future I hope you'll be there Still with me In the night without stars You're my light in the dark
thee with great vengeance And furious anger those who attempt to poison And destroy my brothers And you will know my name is the Lord When I lay my vengeance upon thee
and destroy My brothers and you will know my name is the Lord When I lay my vengeance upon thee Smokin' MC's like a bowl of Buddha burnin' in my bong
thee Thy master pure in darkness The one of hate before thy paths Were chose to be forsaken From depths of time in portals Through empty eyes of light
to find out my worth 'Cuz I can't see past my own vanity If I'm not included, then I just have to remove it From my mind because it has to be insanity
return to my slumbering steel-clad body... but as the dream-veil lifts, I feel my limbs transform, flesh becoming cold stone... enshrouded by a dark
life Even the moon, will not lend thee her light The darkness serves will to snuff out human life That I might reclaim the world as my right I kill
dust and air, Tormented souls dream of vengeance through your lips they speak Cursed are the feeble for they shall be blotted out, Eyes cannot penetrate the light and darkness
upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger, those who attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. AND YOU WILL KNOW MY NAME IS THE LORD, WHEN I LAY MY
out! I call thee forth, Ogre Mage of the Black Lake! I call thee forth, Swordmaster of Kyrman'ku! It is time! Now, I charge thee, for the glory of the
to find out my worth Cuz I... can't see past my own vanity If I'm not included, then I just have to remove it From my mind because it has to be in sanity
life! Even the moon will not lend thee her light the darkness serves will to snuff out human life that I might reclaim the world as my right I kill
Me And just like grim ascension prophecies My revenge, carved deep, will be A grisly plot that reads Like my filthy white ward spattered with their screams When My
it?s relatively new? My home is not my home here just the same. And so I will be happy as I must Although without you sugar tastes as dust. Sonnet II