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Dmitry MetalLord
Лирика : Darkwell : Metatron : Last Glance
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8 февраля 10, 21:58
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My final ballot I have to cast
The time in a short span
The poets call it life
Notions are to ban
The fortune is a dive
My last glance
No foul hope
It is the hearts last dance
I shouldn't have taken the rope
In my shallow grave
I will enslave my mind
All the anger starts to rave
Needless creatures of my kind
What will await me
Exists the divine claw?
I feel the undertow
The last thing that I saw
My last glance...
What was the preachers plight
Where is the promised truth
I see no heavens might
No, my existence will fuse
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My hopes have been vast
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My final ballot I have to cast
The time in a short span
The poets call it life
Notions are to ban
The fortune is a dive
My last glance
No foul hope
It is the hearts last dance
I shouldn't have taken the rope
In my shallow grave
I will enslave my mind
All the anger starts to rave
Needless creatures of my kind
What will await me
Exists the divine claw?
I feel the undertow
The last thing that I saw
My last glance...
What was the preachers plight
Where is the promised truth
I see no heavens might
No, my existence will fuse
In my shallow grave
I see the pictures of the past
All the anger starts to rave
My hopes have been vast
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