When I looked at evils face.
Death I've seen beyond.
Killing Darkness.
Of rotting pain.
Chilling your spine.
Finding death rots slow.
Killing darkness is coming.
Flow.
Chilling your veins.
Rotting your soul.
Submitted by Tina at Sun 01 Aug, 2010 9:10 pm
Author: John Tardy
Composer: ?
Publisher: The All Blacks B.V.
Published in: 1989
Language: English
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