the day grows older only still to sweaten my insanity
I will revenge ur awful smile with that cruel, sawy, tender touch
And when he's left,two, inside of him, the pleasure will be unbearable
I lick my lips and so depart with one cruel deed acomplished yet
the sickness of it all ..oh, how it streanghtens me, and laeves me naked
with only vines of darkness atached to my damaged mind
a pupet of faith, is this we all are, and nothing more
but still that faith is made by us, a timed out circle.
I stil reply to u my love, for in ur heart, I keep it now so close to me,
u have the blackness of all worlds, the struck out luck of all humane
I part on this dreaded turn, into the vastnes of the hole,
the spirit of the earth shall guide me, and I shall spear so many lifes,
only to pursue them again, and in their stary blood submerge, hearing their cries,
oh..huh..they seduce me, how they beg me to rape their souls, and scratch their bodies,
but still a worm,on my far and distant travels, so inpolite is, like all others
he wispears to me that he will await me in a ditch and pearce my skin
I laught for I have no more skin to pearce I only have myself and what I am not
But still I will avenge u, my lord, because you killed me so gentle


ok my clubs