Some in your mind, some in your eyes,
Rather be yours than make you mine.
quarta-feira, 30 de setembro de 2009
Words o' mine
Now, I've got the words of my necromancy. With them I'll unleash, from my soul's fifth hell, my monsters and demons. Prepare yourself, World. 'Cause you don't know - yet - the fire and the sulphur that I keep under my tongue or the aberrations that make themselves at home in my heart.
I'm death and I'm blind.
With my own two hands I glide.
I can fell it in the back of my mind.
Whispers to me, something in this land,
I don't know what are this voices of sand.
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