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_flow
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 8:08 am 
 

To me:

"A rotating silver-coloured plateau
Drops that dance down the columns
Blue, cold, and the raging starwind
Glowing colours at fearful speed
Indistinct pictures of prophets and visionaries in a galactic fog
In outer space on an axis

In another reality, on a supersonic journey

Inevitably he can see it, the lights are going out and he knows
If he just could make us understand
In the emptiness there is nothing that can draw the picture you want
Just a stillborn child on hands that fumble
Raging, raging at incomprehensible pace
The colours blinding, the plateau falls in outer hell
The disclosure that we had to die... we pity the hand that fed us
In outer space on an axis
In another reality, on a supersonic journey

Is this what is yet to come, or a madman's reflection of the soul
As when his heart cried out in pain when he perceived what
Burdens we were to bear?"


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kovner1972
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 10:30 am 
 

Sabbat (UK) again and again and again, sheer, bone chilling, timeless poetry of the highest order:

"When living your life
Like an arrow in flight
You must always accept that
The end is in sight,
Be grateful at least for the fact
That you knew you came to death -
He did not come for you.
You are like targets
Who sit and await -
Patiently suffer
The arrows of fate,
Saying "I am but mortal
And destined to die -
I can change nothing
So why should I try?"
Each morning you wake is an
'ember day' dawning,
Your penance for living in
Permanent mourning.
By erst while ideals your
Hearts are enslaved,
You crawl out of the cradle
Straight into the grave.
What reward is a banquet
Of red wine and bread,
When you hunger for life -
But on death you are fed?"

On Death You Are Fed!

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BillyR
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Location: United Kingdom
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 10:40 am 
 

A.C. - Im not that kind of boy.

I was selling flowers by the side of the road
And you came to the flower stand
I was telling you about pansies and roses
But you tried to grab my hand

I'm flattered, but it's my choice
Sorry, I'm not that kind of boy
You may see a heart as a toy
Sorry, I'm not that kind of boy

You think love is a game, whatever you wish
But for me it's years till that magical first kiss
I'll wait until my heart's on cloud nine
Your lust-filled existence is far out of line

I'm flattered, but it's my choice
Sorry, I'm not that kind of boy
You may see a heart as a toy
Sorry, I'm not that kind of boy

You dared to ask me for a date alone
I was shocked you didn't want a chaperone
You were attractive, but way too fast
How could you expect this to ever last?

I'm flattered, but it's my choice
Sorry, I'm not that kind of boy
You may see a heart as a toy
Sorry, I'm not that kind of boy

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_flow
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 10:48 am 
 

kovner1972 wrote:
Sabbat (UK) again and again and again, sheer, bone chilling, timeless poetry of the highest order:


Mentioning poetry of the highest order, it's perhaps worth noting that Rob Halford, while hardly a poet himself, has said he appreciates Yeats and Baudelaire. He also appealed that we send messages to Glenn who just announced his diagnosis. I forwarded a few poems; while Halford very rarely reacts, he did so to this poem, extending a greeting from Glenn.

Reversibility
From The Flowers of Evil

Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish,
Shame, remorse, sobs, vexations,
And the vague terrors of those frightful nights
That compress the heart like a paper one crumples?
Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish?

Angel full of kindness, do you know hatred,
The clenched fists in the darkness and the tears of gall,
When Vengeance beats out his hellish call to arms,
And makes himself the captain of our faculties?
Angel full of kindness, do you know hatred?

Angel full of health, do you know Fever,
Walking like an exile, moving with dragging steps,
Along the high, wan walls of the charity ward,
And with muttering lips seeking the rare sunlight?
Angel full of health, do you know Fever?

Angel full of beauty, do you know wrinkles,
The fear of growing old, and the hideous torment
Of reading in the eyes of her he once adored
Horror at seeing love turning to devotion?
Angel full of beauty, do you know wrinkles?

Angel full of happiness, of joy and of light,
David on his death-bed would have appealed for health
To the emanations of your enchanted flesh;
But of you, angel, I beg only prayers,
Angel full of happiness, of joy and of light!

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kovner1972
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 10:56 am 
 

_flow wrote:
kovner1972 wrote:
Sabbat (UK) again and again and again, sheer, bone chilling, timeless poetry of the highest order:


Mentioning poetry of the highest order, it's perhaps worth noting that Rob Halford, while hardly a poet himself, has said he appreciates Yeats and Baudelaire. He also appealed that we send messages to Glenn who just announced his diagnosis. I forwarded a few poems; while Halford very rarely reacts, he did so to this poem, extending a greeting from Glenn.

Reversibility
From The Flowers of Evil

Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish,
Shame, remorse, sobs, vexations,
And the vague terrors of those frightful nights
That compress the heart like a paper one crumples?
Angel full of gaiety, do you know anguish?

Angel full of kindness, do you know hatred,
The clenched fists in the darkness and the tears of gall,
When Vengeance beats out his hellish call to arms,
And makes himself the captain of our faculties?
Angel full of kindness, do you know hatred?

Angel full of health, do you know Fever,
Walking like an exile, moving with dragging steps,
Along the high, wan walls of the charity ward,
And with muttering lips seeking the rare sunlight?
Angel full of health, do you know Fever?

Angel full of beauty, do you know wrinkles,
The fear of growing old, and the hideous torment
Of reading in the eyes of her he once adored
Horror at seeing love turning to devotion?
Angel full of beauty, do you know wrinkles?

Angel full of happiness, of joy and of light,
David on his death-bed would have appealed for health
To the emanations of your enchanted flesh;
But of you, angel, I beg only prayers,
Angel full of happiness, of joy and of light!


A text worthy of a melody coupled with it. Should be lovely, if well composed.

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jimbies
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 11:38 am 
 

If we are going by anything accepted by this site, it would be the entire record of "Weather Systems" by Anathema - but that truly is not a metal record.

I find something achingly beautiful in a lot of the early Opeth records.

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Coastliner
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Location: beyond the blue on some ancient, tattered Fates Warning cover
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 12:36 pm 
 

I rarely pay attention to metal lyrics because most of them suck like there's no tomorrow. These shorter passages are among the gems I made a mental note of:

"Look into our face reflected in the
Moonglow in your eyes"
(from "Starblind", Iron Maiden)

"And the night rolls on
Like a slow moving train"
(from "Handful of Rain", Savatage)

"In the four corners of life are the golden mirrors
Reflecting what you are and what you are to be.

In the first is a young boy white dove in
His hand, in the second is a warrior in armour,
In the third is an old man gold watch
In his hand fourth and last
No reflection at all
No reflection at all
No reflection at all"
(from "The Apparition", Fates Warning)

"Omen bird soars the desert land to the castle
Of idolence, there lies the shadow of a man.
[…]
He's lost in silence swallowed in vastness
Drowned in the depths of a meaningless
Past"
(from "Epitaph", Fates Warning)

"Karen, she's been asleep forever I know she hears me
She has so much to say, the machine sparks
Her eggshell mind a tear streams from her face
Into my hand, to my heart"
(from "Guardian", Fates Warning)

"Hope leads to quiet desperation
when reality obscures the dream,
makes the mind a grave of memories
that wander like the lonely breeze.

Whose whispers echo
through ruins rust of towers
torn and dreams turned to dust."
(from "Acquiescence", Fates Warning)

"East Berlin to Austria
How much further now?
I hope it is a long way
I have to sleep before the day"
(from "Haze One", Psychotic Waltz)

"hey, do you want to free the butterfly
well then just open up the jar
the patterns on the wings have more colors in the sky
oh but you can't see their beauty from so far
will you open up the jar?"
(from "Windsong", Buddy Lackey)
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_flow
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 3:36 pm 
 

jimbies wrote:
If we are going by anything accepted by this site, it would be the entire record of "Weather Systems" by Anathema - but that truly is not a metal record.

I find something achingly beautiful in a lot of the early Opeth records.


Who is to determine it's not a metal record? It is metal if the creators say so; certainly not listeners to whom "Norwegian black metal ended in 1998". It's always great fun to hear Satyr respond to such limitation "experts".
I've been iterating this, but it's relevant here; it pertains to black metal, but it is true of any genre.
"Black metal is creative, open, and not defined by technical characteristics - it's defined by the atmosphere, the moods, the vibes - and basically, that gives a freedom to musicians of our genre. You are very free to bring in elements from all different sorts of music, bring in unconventional instruments, and you could go as far as making purely electronic or drone-based music and still call it black metal, because it still adds to the genre and it evidently stems from there. It has to be understood that the genre was born by really innovative artists, and those brought a lot of avant-garde elements into it, and created black metal as a musical arena for very dark ambiance but also for lots of creativity. You can base the music on thrash metal or death metal or heavy metal or rocknroll or anything else - the focus point is the atmosphere.
Many people have been falling into a trap: they want to do this black metal thing, and all they manage to focus on is the imagery and superficial elements, not the essence of the genre. What was there to create contrast, suddenly becomes main ingredients: melodies, harmonies, orchestral arrangements and all that kind of thing that isn't essential. It was brought to create contrast only because there was room for it."

That "room" must be the creative space of the artist; and I'd argue that if someone needs to fill it with aggression 24/7, they are no artist at all. I see all these repetitive bands that pass for "metal" here while only iterating genre's cliches. They have zero message, except a need to fit in.

As far as Anathema, I never listened to them, but they're the favourite band of a friend who listens exclusively to metal, and is also a philosophy graduate (like me). Her other favourite band is Opeth. I'm aware of Opeth at least, and I've stumbled upon some of their lyrics, which are true poetry. Mikael is obviously a vastly cultured man, not to mention how sensitive: he never fails to write an eulogy for musicians or lyricists who passed away.

To stay ontopic, I'll throw in some lyrics by Tom Waits - who surely isn't "metal" by some. :)

Well, hell doesn't want you
And heaven is full
Bring me some water
Put it in this skull
I walk between the raindrops
I wait in Bug House square
And the army ants
Leave nothin' but the bones
Well, the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming

Well, the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming
Well, the earth died screaming
While I lay dreaming
Dreaming of you



Or this, from The Black Rider album:

When you hear sweet syncopation
And the music softly moans
T'ain't no sin to take off your skin
And dance around in your bones

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Amosofnlm
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Posts: 162
Location: Ireland
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 3:43 pm 
 

kovner1972 wrote:
Sabbat (UK)


Some more from Walkyier. The man is something else.

I remember my grandmother sat with her radio,
tea cup and walking stick set by her side.
As her old fingers reached out to turn up the volume,
I learnt what it meant to be bursting with pride.

She told me some tales of wars great and last,
black and white film stars sha'd liked in the past.
Taught me a few songs she'd learnt as a child,
stunned by her wisdom I listened and smiled.

She said to me "Lad, if you'll be a musican,
go out and be one - but one with conviction.
If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it's pay no deposit and get no return."
Get no return.
Pay no deposit and get no return.

On time faded photographs I've seen an airman,
Stood next to the wings of a flying machine
and given the choice well I think I would rather
have done what I've done than have seen what he's seen.

I think that the Old Man feels really quite proud,
when he sits at the wheel and turns it up loud,
but imagined his son a lawyer or broker,
not sat on a bus full of drinkers and tokers.

He said to me "Son you can do as you please,
but always stand stright - never crawl on your knees.
If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it's pay no deposit and get no return."

If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it's pay no deposit and get no return.
Get no return.
Pay no deposit and get no return.

I've such a short time to tell you so much,
words come second best to a kiss or a touch.
Far thicker than water this blood we all share,
So please don't think that for you I don't care.

Fate may have driven us all separate ways,
but can't sever ancestry - splice D. N. A.
If life seems a road thats uneven and long,
to know where you're going just look Who you came from.

Many have said I take after my mother,
for her '67 was not a good year.
Though often I make her annoyed like no other,
through thick and through thin she has always been near.

Sometimes in the cold now I catch myself smiling,
'bout some stupid joke or a christmas tree shining.
I stood there so small 'neath that glittering tower,
it's memory a beacon in my darkest hour.

She said to me "Martin, whatever you'll be,
there's no such thing as a meal thats for free.
If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it's pay no deposit and get no return."

If there's just one lesson the young ought to learn,
it's pay no deposit and get no return.
Get no return.
Pay no deposit and get no return

-Skyclad, No Deposit, No Return

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kovner1972
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 5:16 pm 
 

Sometimes it almost breaks my heart the distance between Martin Walkyier's great great talent and him being so underappreciated and almost clandestine in his activities. This great man should be put on a pedestal on every occasion and mentioned in almost every metal discussion out there...

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Miikja
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 5:58 pm 
 

You can't have a 'most beautiful metal lyrics' thread without mentioning the poetry of Aaron Stainthorpe. I think his best work was on the first My Dying Bride albums, including The Angel and the Dark River. It is definitely a step up from the usual garbage bands come up with. To cite a few excerpts:

Quote:
Please put off your veil
Your heart is blameless
And I shudder for knowing it

Symphonaire Infernus et Spera Empyrium

Quote:
Beauty is fragile, and time eats at it
This passion play
Smothered in effort, the thrash of naked limbs

The Thrash of Naked Limbs

Quote:
Turn loose the swans that drew my poets craft
I'll dwell in desolate cities
You burned my wings

Turn Loose the Swans

Quote:
What I hunger for, is the trial of God

Two Winters Only
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_flow
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 6:14 pm 
 

Alright, I've got to throw in a heavyweight... moreover, someone from whose vocal style and articulation "The Metal God" definitely borrowed. But that's beside the point...



Slow motion in the quiet of the room;
So potent is the smell of her perfume
That you think she's eternal,
That you think she is everything...
But no-one knows what she is.
Repentance for all you should have said;
Her entrance seems to raise you from the dead
And you think she's really with you,
And you think that she'll always stay,
Always ready to forgive you,
Always ready to grant you her mercy
But in her own way.
When she comes, she'll be a stranger;
Struck dumb, you'll try to protest
As the drum beats out the danger...
Too late, you should have noticed
That the lady with the skin so white,
Like something out of Blake or Burne-Jones
Always blocked out the light
And shadowed all you owned.

Still you think she's forever,
Yesterday and tomorrow...
But no-one knows where she is.
Still you swear that you can win her
And your prayer is that she'll want you;
Aware - once a saint, now you're a sinner
And your sins are going to haunt you
When the lady with her skin so white
Like something out of Edgar Allan Poe
Holds your hand so very tight
And you hope that she'll never let go.

Easy targets, easy crosswords, easy life:
These key margins leave you balanced on the knife,
Bleeding darkly.
In the end it all comes down to sleazy bargains.
That hidden key - you tried so hard to find it,
All you can conceive is the effort to be worthy;
Even now you need to be reminded
That La Belle Dame is without mercy.
The lady with her skin so white -
You never did quite catch her name -
Now she holds you in the night
And she'll never let go again,
She'll never let go again.

***
Certainly "metal":

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Ravenlord266
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Location: Netherlands
PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 6:41 pm 
 

Beauty can be so much in so many different ways. But this one is one of my all time greats:

Savatage - When the crowds are gone
Spoiler: show
I don't know where the years have gone
Memories can only last so long
Like faded photographs, forgotten songs
And the things I never knew
When the skin is thin, the heart shows through
Please believe me, what I tell you is true

Where's the light, turn then on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds are gone

All my friends have been crucified
They made life a long suicide true
Guess we never figured out the rules
But I'm still alive and my fingers feel
I'm gonna play on till the final reel's through
And read the credits from a different view

Where's the lights, turn them on again
One more night to believe and then
Another note for my requiem
A memory to carry on
The story's over when the crowds are gone...

When the crowds are gone and I'm all alone playing a final song
Now, that the lights are gone, turn them on again
One more time for me, my friend - turn them on again
I never wanted to know, never wanted to see
I wasted my time till time wasted me
Never wanted to go always wanted to stay
'Cause the person I am are the parts that I play
So I play and I plan and hope and I scheme
To the lure of a night filled with unfinished dreams
And I'm holding on tight to a world gone astray
As they charge me for years I can no longer pay!... oh
When the lights are gone

Turn them on again...

I never wanted to know, never wanted to see
I wasted my time till time wasted me
Never wanted to go always wanted to stay
'Cause the person I am are the parts that I play!...

And the lights - turn them off, my friend
And the ghosts, well, just let them in
'Cause in the dark it's easier... to see


Also I second basically anything Anathema post "We're here..."
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_flow
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PostPosted: Sun May 28, 2023 7:17 pm 
 

^ Beauty is whatever moves you. At whatever particular moment.

Btw, this is the most beautiful short story I've read, and it has stayed so ever since I first read it. Bukowski's poetry is breathtaking, but his prose is also poetry - and amazingly, he makes even profanity sound innocent.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/9444/the-m ... n-in-town/



I even seem to have written a short poem about Bukowski, haha...

"somewhere on facebook
i noticed a woman
spewing vitriol
because she came on to bukowski once
telling him what a fan she was
and he told her: f**k off"

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_flow
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PostPosted: Mon May 29, 2023 5:32 am 
 

Ihsahn's angL is exquisite.

Image
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As the sun returns
From the shades of night
So am I reborn from my own corruption

I invoke the consuming fire
And from the ashes mould
The renaissance of my decadent self

At the dawn of my rebirth
The heart is overflowing
I indulge and dissipate

And when the cup is empty
I drink from nothingness
The venom by which I disintegrate

This is not merely pride
Or lust for eminence
This is the reoccurring cycle of my existence

As the sun returns
From the shades of night
So am I reborn from my own corruption

Behold - the god returns
Solar balls upon his back
A sacrifice

I invoke the consuming fire
And from the ashes mould
The renaissance of my decadent self

My Sacrifice - My Corruption - My Death


or

There is vanity in my destruction
There is mockery in my ordeal
Indefinite the course of my descent

But he's just aesthetic perfection where black metal is concerned.

Lend me the eyes of millennia
Align the rapid glimpse of lives in frames
Like fading photographs in ashes
In desperate seconds, closed in by the flames

Let me walk into their cities
When dust and sand has covered every trace
Of love, of pain and liberty
A veil of ash and night across its face

I would cast a shadow over beacons
To see disoriented swarms disperse
Like rays of hope into the night
The rise of civilizations in reverse

And as ghosts among the living
Like echoes of a fading song
We could run across the battlefields
On blood-stained road to freedom

Lend me the eyes of millennia
Align the rapid glimpse of lives in frames
Like fading photographs in ashes
In desperate seconds, closed in by the flames

Let me walk into their cities
When dust and sand has covered every trace
Of love... of pain... and liberty...
Love... Pain... Liberty...

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Nocturnal_Evil
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PostPosted: Tue May 30, 2023 9:19 pm 
 

Behemoth usually has pretty average to bad lyrics, but there's one line they absolutely knocked it out of the park with: "through fire we walk with fire in heart". Such a killer line. Wouldn't be surprised if it's a lifted quote though.
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PostPosted: Wed May 31, 2023 11:40 am 
 

Agalloch - In the Shadow of our Pale Companion



Quote:
Through vast valleys I wonder
To the highest peaks
On pathways through a wild forgotten landscape
In search of God, in spite of man
'Til the lost forsaken endless
This is where I choose to tread
Fall. so shall we fall into nihil?
The nothingness that we feel in the arms of the pale
In the shadow of the grim companion who walks with us
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here in the balance of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen and abandoned us?
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
The fire in my heart is forged across the land
Here at the edge of this world
Here I gaze at a pantheon of oak
A citadel of stone
If this grand panorama before me is what you call God
Then God is not dead
I walked down to a river and sat in reflection of what had to be done
An offering of crimson flowed into the water below
A wound of spirit from which it floated and faded away
Like every hope I've ever had
Like every dream I've ever known
It washed away in a tide of longing, a longing for a better world
From my will, my throat, to the river, and into the sea
Wash away
Fade away
Here is the landscape
Here is the sun
Here at the edge of the earth
Where is the god?
Has he fallen to ruin?
As I'm stalked by the shadow of death's hand
My heathen pride is scarred across the land


Alcest - Faiseurs de Mondes



Quote:
Your ageless eyes
Are penetrating mirrors,
Shaping and beautifying the world
By their reflection.
The edge of the woods, far away
Becomes a moving temple, iridescent,
Celebrating the birth of spring.

And these immense mountains,
Wanting to join the heavens,
Whirling
Above our heads.

This reality around us,
Is the one you have chosen
And your dreams cover our sphere
With an ideal painting,
Unfolding in the light of your eyes,
At the sound of your voice.

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Gemini 7 Rising
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Location: United States
PostPosted: Wed May 31, 2023 9:07 pm 
 

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Thy Shrine
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Location: Golgotha
PostPosted: Fri Jun 02, 2023 5:06 pm 
 

Sabbath bloody sabbath

Living just for dying dying just for you

Look around you what do you see pain suffering and misery it's not the way the world was meant it's a pity you don't understand
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