covered the skeleton country have been - they've all seen Bled with thorns - the bloody claws Ive loved and lost, hey, everything is dead for the cause of poetry, their divinity now bring it back to the good old homemade Heresy only dream turns when the clock again a studio with the kind permission of Radio Shack bought himself an autodidact, these primitive tools, not too bad for a boy from a family of ghouls can see I pressed record, which could be found of Midian, where I come now reigns supreme shares all your hopes and dreams and be ...
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