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Iced Earth » Diary |
Mine is pure darkness It is as blackness is Damn the light which comes from You as a moth to flame I burn
In the twilight of morning I rest my weary eyes For the benefits of the nights bounty were many My soul has been redeemed (with those of others)
I missed my love tonight Hiding behind the figure I cannot bare to face That of a dead profit And his beast of burden Thorns ripping through his brow
Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice Just as I recall Not longer than nine score Certainly food for the gods And fit for a prince Her throat I'll have it now
I will have her, she is mine Rise of the sun, my test of time And when shadows fall on unholy ground It
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