jueves, 4 de febrero de 2010
An abyss that laughs at creation,
a circus complete with all fools,
foundations that lasted the ages,
then ripped apart at their roots.
Beyond all this good is the terror,
the grip of a mercenary hand,
when savagery turns all good reason,
there's no turning back, no last stand.
Heart and soul, one will burn,
heart and soul, one will burn.
Publicado por threecowboys en 12:41