Eternal tourment,
restless suffering,
room for all,
life for none.

Am I the key?
Of fictional heartache?
The pain is of no consequence,
all seems hell bent.

A sea of emotion flooding me,
there is nothing to fear,
the Master is here.
So just tell me if it's my time,
be it quarter of nine.

The sadness seems eternal,
almost like a hellsfire rain upon me,
why must I be the way I am?

Why cant you undestand that I'm a sinner?
I refuse to rise from the ranks of the damned!

Pour the wine upon the grave,
it is time wake the dead,
it is time for humanity to come to an end.

A Nightmare stallion of fire and destruction,
cut the sky in two,
bring it down upon our very heads.

Will they turn away screaming?
Or will they raise there hands in praise?
Praise of the end to there miserable slave-like lives?
No, they will turn and scream...

They dont seem to be here for each other,
destroying there world and fighting each other,
goodbye cruel world,
we shal forget to write to you,
we shall find a new world to rape and maime.

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