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Post by DF admin on Dec 30, 2007 14:33:37 GMT -5
let the streets fill with blood let it wash away the years the time of sinners and saints is no longer here In the shadows of the mountains to the north resides a town forsaken by it's ancestors and revamped by the foolish. let the ruby red delight wash away the fears terror and pain forever reappear It is a desolate plain ruled by those of darkness, powered by those who crave the wicked splendors of a delicate ruby liquid. when the river runs dry let the blood run it's course Once dead, a sleep, resting and waiting, dreaming of the day it would live again. Yearning for the feel of the blood shed, the chaos. when the blood runs dry they'll be nothing but your corpse The day has come and once again it is living. Breathing. Waiting. Once again
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