Bury your heart and be guided...

by Manik   May 30, 2006


Vengeance is mine in the world of thin war. I feel the fire exiting through out me. For centuries no one has believed your prophecy. Burning flesh i am you, you murdered me. Blood so pure, blood so red, pure deviant taste. This ignorant land shall taste the purity of darkness. The ever mighty rapture shall not take prisoners. Feel free to walk around earth's mighty ending days. Till the sky lights plane black, charging demons chanting words of praise. The final words of merciful satanas has reached its verdict. Stand now in vile lust of thrones of skulls.

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