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May 2014
She walks with me to the isle of fire
and push the shadow of the nightmare, I fear.
She tie my hand to the flaming thorns
and taste the flaring blood to heal.

She touch the unforgiven soul
and enter the glorious light of pain.
She reveal the hunger beast and feed with
the blissful torment, I scream.

She take my hand and
stare through the eyes of my soul.
She pull me to the gate of fire, and
once again she crave the heart of the unforgiven.
jazz rocks
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jazz rocks  Philippines
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