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Feb 2010
On the edge of this cliff
On the edge of my life
I try to stay alive
And always drink this wine

The desire rushing through my veins
And then the way she spreads
This unnatural feeling of lust
These unnatural signs in the dust

The wings of Death lay down my back
In a mixture of future and past
Us the ones who made all these sins
Still alive with blood rushing through our veins

Craving for disaster and ravenous as always
We seek within and this is covers
The Hell and Heaven existing in our souls
And then the way we walk to find ourselves

Ravenous and thirsty for wine
Capable of ****** and suicide
No religion and no sunrise
Only ****** in disguise

This world above us all
These writings on the wall,
Will drown us and we shall
Never come to light again.

We're ****** to rot in darkness
Unknown and hidden in a shadow
Knowing that he has fallen once again
Our redemption will never be remembered.
Written by
Reagan LaVey  Brasov
(Brasov)   
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