- Blood hurdling screems of tourment flowed by clanky rustye chains a hand hits the ground like an empty shell whines and sowror fills the sky stopping of exicutoiner echos louder fear bounds the haert a squeel then sudden scilents for there is no way out for death is apon the cursed
- by Damian rane |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 11/22/2008 |
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- Title: death be on to those
- Artist: Damian rane
- Description: i was bored and i felt kinda angery sooo be nice (please frist time to)
- Date: 11/22/2008
- Tags: death
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