My Father Was a Drunken Fool
I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice.
I then became a firestorm. I then became the slithering voice. I then became a burden for this world to bare.
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Beauty Has Come to Lament Your Name
How hideous and ghastly, it has succumbed.
How hideous and ghastly, it has succumbed.
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Iridescence
In all your laughter, fury and frustration, I worship the sacred air that touches your presence.
In all your laughter, fury and frustration, I worship the sacred air that touches your presence.
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I Am Become Your Tomb
Here to serve, and pray Father Time honour your name, as you live for glory and to see your enemies burn at the gates of Valhalla.
Here to serve, and pray Father Time honour your name, as you live for glory and to see your enemies burn at the gates of Valhalla.
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There Is No Beauty
There is no beauty in the summer breeze I have been yearning, when it carries with it mustard gas and a love letter from Armageddon, in yearning for me.
There is no beauty in the summer breeze I have been yearning, when it carries with it mustard gas and a love letter from Armageddon, in yearning for me.
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