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It Was One Of Those Nights When The Abysses Of Sorrow Put Their Weight On The Heart Making You Wish You Tear It Apart. When The Fractures Of The Soul Expand From The Deepest Void Emerging In Waves Of Salt Filling the Eyes Wide Shut Painfully When Your Insignificance and Hopelessness Are Pouring Through The Crimson Rivers And You Want To Let Them Flow Open Begging Life To Have Mercy The Cloud Came Floating Over Me A Storm Of Pure Chaotic Darkness Animated By A Sea Of Lightning Reasoning Of Silent Thunders A Slow Descent Of Majesty In The Realm A Gate To Relief From Despair Coming Face To Face With Its Creation Feeling The Pain Of Its Tortured Soul A Gray Form Drawing On the Black Vapor Emerging From The Infinity Of Time Feeling From The Sorrow Of The Caller Materializing In A Peaceful Face Eyes Shut As They Can Not Dare To See Lips Closed As They Can Not Dare To Taste Light Hair Floating In Evanescence Approaching Slowly To My Agonizing Face The Eyes Opening Slowly, Letting Flow Moonlight Rays The Lips Carefully Dividing, Startdust Dropping On My Face Winds Of Compassion Entering My Soul Twin Love Reviving Dark Ashes As I Saw The Face Faded Away The Cloud Returned To The Void Of Creation I Knew That I Will Cut Widely The Red Rivers For The Light Is Not Meant For Me Warlock
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Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
Dark Cloud
It Was One Of Those Nights When The Abysses Of Sorrow Put Their Weight On The Heart Making You Wish You Tear It Apart. When The Fractures Of The Soul Expand From The Deepest Void Emerging In Waves Of Salt Filling the Eyes Wide Shut Painfully When Your Insignificance and Hopelessness Are Pouring Through The Crimson Rivers And You Want To Let Them Flow Open Begging Life To Have Mercy The Cloud Came Floating Over Me A Storm Of Pure Chaotic Darkness Animated By A Sea Of Lightning Reasoning Of Silent Thunders A Slow Descent Of Majesty In The Realm A Gate To Relief From Despair Coming Face To Face With Its Creation Feeling The Pain Of Its Tortured Soul A Gray Form Drawing On the Black Vapor Emerging From The Infinity Of Time Feeling From The Sorrow Of The Caller Materializing In A Peaceful Face Eyes Shut As They Can Not Dare To See Lips Closed As They Can Not Dare To Taste Light Hair Floating In Evanescence Approaching Slowly To My Agonizing Face The Eyes Opening Slowly, Letting Flow Moonlight Rays The Lips Carefully Dividing, Startdust Dropping On My Face Winds Of Compassion Entering My Soul Twin Love Reviving Dark Ashes As I Saw The Face Faded Away The Cloud Returned To The Void Of Creation I Knew That I Will Cut Widely The Red Rivers For The Light Is Not Meant For Me Warlock
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the-warlock
French
Mar 10, 2010
Mar 10, 2010 at 1:16 PM UTC
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