The dark and cold wastelands of
Grey dust softens when my downturned
Triangular teardrops covers the ground
This secret got lost to the shepherd`s flock
My burning skin connects with the sands of time
And thus the holy angels appear
Drag them through the mud I cried
Instead of me
This is not the death I choose
Your christian trials are wrong!
I speak of what I want
And my heart lies therein
Blackened you say
Then black is my way
And call me an enemy
I shall only stand proud
Awaiting the rise of the dark side
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