duminică, 18 ianuarie 2009

Remembrance of My Death

Around , all around the dark memories gather
My dread grows as doom’s scythe falls against my heart
It severs me ,and darkly my blood drips to the cold uncaring tombstones
In horror I cry out . Why ?!
While hell takes my unwilling hand
Now , alone my cry for mercy falls upon howling eyes
This is because of you

-by Cold

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