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Driven into Battle By the most basic Emotion The fear of perishing Yet... When he lays his eyes upon The face of death He laughs Not a chuckle Or giggle No A insane, diabolical Laugh. The enemy calls him spider, Widower, Freak. Such fear In those eyes The eyes of his enemy Fear that Once occupied him, the Single reason that drove him Mad. Now... Feeds his lunacy, his insanity, the need To see fear in the enemy, the fear in their eyes This reason, this covet Not his fear but Theirs.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 10:37 PM UTC
The Cobras - The Fear
Driven into Battle By the most basic Emotion The fear of perishing Yet... When he lays his eyes upon The face of death He laughs Not a chuckle Or giggle No A insane, diabolical Laugh. The enemy calls him spider, Widower, Freak. Such fear In those eyes The eyes of his enemy Fear that Once occupied him, the Single reason that drove him Mad. Now... Feeds his lunacy, his insanity, the need To see fear in the enemy, the fear in their eyes This reason, this covet Not his fear but Theirs.
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Dec 12, 2011
Dec 12, 2011 at 10:37 PM UTC
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