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The poison that works within my soul Chastises the angel that lives in my mind Ahead is a battle, a fight I must win Aside are my brothers whose arms they do bear We warrior clan that fight only for kin With swords as our cross to protect us from sin Roads that we tread are often retraced Once more into battle, once more we must brace The poison controls and runs deep through my veins My sword severs limbs, my angers now rage My shield is pushed tight, the smell of his breath Beneath I stab hard the, warmth of his flesh And on to the next as we stand side by side Driven by brothers, their blood curdling cries The crush is unyielding pushing air from my lungs My armour is heavy but my honour is strong Yet on do I surge as the poisons runs deep Chastising those angels that lived in my mind
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 9:30 AM UTC
The Wall of Glory
The poison that works within my soul Chastises the angel that lives in my mind Ahead is a battle, a fight I must win Aside are my brothers whose arms they do bear We warrior clan that fight only for kin With swords as our cross to protect us from sin Roads that we tread are often retraced Once more into battle, once more we must brace The poison controls and runs deep through my veins My sword severs limbs, my angers now rage My shield is pushed tight, the smell of his breath Beneath I stab hard the, warmth of his flesh And on to the next as we stand side by side Driven by brothers, their blood curdling cries The crush is unyielding pushing air from my lungs My armour is heavy but my honour is strong Yet on do I surge as the poisons runs deep Chastising those angels that lived in my mind
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Mar 22, 2010
Mar 22, 2010 at 9:30 AM UTC
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