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Post by Tyr on Aug 23, 2005 1:13:52 GMT -5
Ok, its not stories and not particularily horrific (or maybe it is depending on your point of view) but anyway, heres the lyrics to one of the songs on the CD im working on. Admitting the Mistake The wooden cross I saw Born upon your shoulders like christ, Your soul bleeds profusely as the hope runs from your condemned heart There is no absolution untill the confinement ends, freedom is denied you, without first admitting the mistake Peel back the flesh of ages exposes the unity within, The organs of sin run red Proof of his mistake
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Post by wowposter on Nov 17, 2008 4:45:31 GMT -5
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