The river is flowing into the Sinnergy Of The Damned, the stream relies on the volume of screams, this is the part which starts all my dreams - beyond the stars i feel her calling - i am wearing the dress of deceit - i am hanging onto the rope but i am falling - down, deep down the darkest of shafts - my head hurts and i am harmed - wounded by my scars of this evil past, i feel her breath on the nape of my neck - blind to the unseen my eyes are bleeding with tears - sorry worries of sad goodbyes fly my fix away like butterflies - i am in hell, i smell decay, burning from inside, my heart sets the flames which burns holes into the demons fire - my fate to destruction, spirals down my tornado with hate, chained blame flame framed - it means to me, all the same
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