despair:the melody of death
Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2007 1:39 am
the life of mine has got to die
but then he shall take me thy
soon enough i need to go to the reapers scythe
his ghostly hand would rest on my shoulder like a blade of ice
his shadowed face guids me through the black night
the movement of god has taken a truce to those who never suffer triff
the life of the reaper himself he was once god his shoulders made of gold ice but then his scythe came to his side and rendered him in ice
in recomendation of the guild of shadows founded in 1994
but then he shall take me thy
soon enough i need to go to the reapers scythe
his ghostly hand would rest on my shoulder like a blade of ice
his shadowed face guids me through the black night
the movement of god has taken a truce to those who never suffer triff
the life of the reaper himself he was once god his shoulders made of gold ice but then his scythe came to his side and rendered him in ice
in recomendation of the guild of shadows founded in 1994