Nomad
Number of posts : 1
Age : 60
Registration date : 2008-02-04
 |  Subject: No Stained Glass  Mon Feb 04, 2008 4:43 pm | |
| No Stained Glass
Under dark skies, roaming clouds
Roaring thunder, eerie sounds
Banshees from hell, worshipping
Their sacrifices, offering
To their dark lord, their king
Who eternal life's always seeking
By preying on misery and insanity
As with our minds, he will play
Sucking thoughts dry, ripping our hearts
Claiming our souls, as he starts
Building his church, no stained glass
Only cold granite, that'll forever last
No altar of god, no crucifix shown
But the huge, sacrifice stone
In the middle, the throne of death
Where he will sit and claim our breath
Laughing out loud, as banshees dance
Knowing we are his, our last stance
Fighting we lose, we reach our plight
As Satans church, we join tonight | |
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