Enter thy come and take your place
No blade will forsaken your face
When the moon has bled
The sun has fled
The father shall bleed
While the son shall flee
Stand on and keep thy paste
Stop moving and thoust be erased
Steel, Fire, Ice, Thunder
This sword been built for smoulder
Hands crumble of blisters
Soul full of cleansers
Thy crafted blade made whole
Thy blade legend be in scroll
Blade coated within strychnine
Behold thy master design
This blade crafted for revenge
Thy uses it for only purifying
No need for revenge
For karma has been healing!
Aug 19, 2012
Aug 19, 2012 at 9:24 PM UTC
Enter thy come and take your place
No blade will forsaken your face
When the moon has bled
The sun has fled
The father shall bleed
While the son shall flee
Stand on and keep thy paste
Stop moving and thoust be erased
Steel, Fire, Ice, Thunder
This sword been built for smoulder
Hands crumble of blisters
Soul full of cleansers
Thy crafted blade made whole
Thy blade legend be in scroll
Blade coated within strychnine
Behold thy master design
This blade crafted for revenge
Thy uses it for only purifying
No need for revenge
For karma has been healing!
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