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11/22/2011 4:52:31 PM
On the devils highway	He has left his touch , I know this much by the vacant stares they posses . He has since passed through , And his evil too with the curses I loathe and detest. His reign will not end , Until man is condemned and all that he seeks is wiped out , All pure is consumed , Savaged and ruined Left to rot without doubt. The stench that remains , Drives a stake through the pain , To remind of the torture that's been , Felt but not touched , Though tasted too much , So alive - it'll never be seen For hope cannot thrive , If there's no hope alive , Nothing but dark destitution , Your spells here won't work , On the demons that lurk , For this is our last retribution.
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11/22/2011 4:52:31 PM

He has left his touch ,

I know this much by the vacant stares they posses .

He has since passed through ,

And his evil too with the curses I loathe and detest.

His reign will not end ,

Until man is condemned and all that he seeks is wiped out ,

All pure is consumed ,

Savaged and ruined

Left to rot without doubt.

The stench that remains ,

Drives a stake through the pain ,

To remind of the torture that's been ,

Felt but not touched ,

Though tasted too much ,

So alive - it'll never be seen

For hope cannot thrive ,

If there's no hope alive ,

Nothing but dark destitution ,

Your spells here won't work ,

On the demons that lurk ,

For this is our last retribution.

pages: 1