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| Matt Beaudoin |
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In the singing shattered midnight, past the corralled sands of time, through the bloody gates of heaven, past sentries in my mind, bring about the change so quickly, bring about the terror's night, bring about the blood of lovers, bring about the smell of fright, I see you watching where I walk, through moonlit jasemine fields, listen closely as I talk, about the stars and their lovers past, through fields of poppies burning bright, past towers of blackened bone, follow me childe of Caine, follow me I have no home, As I drink your life's blood sweetly, and you fall in my warm hands, I will drink your madness neatly, streaming down in crimson bands, I'll dance the dance of the fool, and pray thee find me mad, for if you lay hands on the root, you'll know me without illusion, and find me guilty of the truth...
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| User Joined: April 28, 2002 |
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