Finally I have reached my goal
I have trapped my poor old soul.
Down we go, storming the hot gates,
Of smoldering hell.
Like a beasts jaws, clinching your throat.
Into a land where God himself , looks away.
We feel the heat
And yet we charge until our hide tears.
Just to watch kin die.
To **** the coveted
Heretics all, we rot in the ground.
While our soul lives in hell.
Feb 28, 2012
Feb 28, 2012 at 8:42 AM UTC
Finally I have reached my goal
I have trapped my poor old soul.
Down we go, storming the hot gates,
Of smoldering hell.
Like a beasts jaws, clinching your throat.
Into a land where God himself , looks away.
We feel the heat
And yet we charge until our hide tears.
Just to watch kin die.
To **** the coveted
Heretics all, we rot in the ground.
While our soul lives in hell.
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