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Why ain't my body able to cry?
I seek for tears but my cheeks are dry.
I pray to God to bless me with tears.
Most people cry when they meet their fears.
I'm unable to cry and I don't know why.
I'm not perfect nor am I shy.
I no longer know who I am.
I might just be a Satans' sham.
Used to belive in what was right.
Now I don't know what is what and I'm hooked up real tight.
I'm not worth to be trusted.
Evryone should now my heart has rusted.
I feel the inpenetrable sence of sadness.
It's crawling up at me and might join the madness.
That's not a good combination for our survival.
It's twists in me and spins like a spiral.
The hatred is coming from below.
I feel it and can almost touch it as if it was snow.
Kill me now to stop the terroration of mankind.
When the feelings grow hoter I will try to fight even if I get blind.
I will be able to see the fear on their faces.
Killing them as if I was tying my shoo-laces.
The hatred, the madness and the sadness takes away my fear.
The screaming of splattered men is the only thing I can hear.
You'll bow to your master who will be me.
I'll slay evryone who in my way might be.
My friend, my family and innocent persons.
On their way to their jobs for different reasons.
I seek my path throught destruction and pain.
The blood from the humans will be in the rain.
The only way to kill me is to cut of my head.
Thoe the person who does will face my angered spirits dread.
I've come to destroy and control all.
When I do I will be invinsible and come into The Great Hall.
The Hall of Demons or I just might in a battle fall.
Either way things will be demolished.
After I've eaten half the people I'll have my tooth polished.
I thirst for blood and inner organs.
The taste makes me complete with arrogance.
You will marvle at my radiance.
But as you do I will kill you all with a lance.
Call forth my armies of the dead that will destroy evrything in it's path.
Now the blood has rained to much and the world is a bloodbath.
For evryone who dies my army will grow stronger.
Untill one day humanity is no longer.
Evrything is wiped clear or burnt away.
My undead army will shout a perfect: "Hurray!"
I now have conqured Earth and the next target is March.
They say there's nothing living there thoe they havn't seen the massive bars.
The bars of creatures of unknown realm building a temple to their detied God.
Once again, the blood with flod.
Since I am no mortal man now I'd be able to take March by myself.
But I like to see the suffering caused by my minions beside a shelf.
My powers will grow yet again and I will rule the Universe by my conquests.
On the surface of my homeplanet Earth I've left a gigantic chest.
Within the chest lies all of my wealth.
To steal it would need a massive stealth.
I belive there is no life in this demintion remaining.
Yet for many years, the blood will be raining.
I seek for tears but my cheeks are dry.
I pray to God to bless me with tears.
Most people cry when they meet their fears.
I'm unable to cry and I don't know why.
I'm not perfect nor am I shy.
I no longer know who I am.
I might just be a Satans' sham.
Used to belive in what was right.
Now I don't know what is what and I'm hooked up real tight.
I'm not worth to be trusted.
Evryone should now my heart has rusted.
I feel the inpenetrable sence of sadness.
It's crawling up at me and might join the madness.
That's not a good combination for our survival.
It's twists in me and spins like a spiral.
The hatred is coming from below.
I feel it and can almost touch it as if it was snow.
Kill me now to stop the terroration of mankind.
When the feelings grow hoter I will try to fight even if I get blind.
I will be able to see the fear on their faces.
Killing them as if I was tying my shoo-laces.
The hatred, the madness and the sadness takes away my fear.
The screaming of splattered men is the only thing I can hear.
You'll bow to your master who will be me.
I'll slay evryone who in my way might be.
My friend, my family and innocent persons.
On their way to their jobs for different reasons.
I seek my path throught destruction and pain.
The blood from the humans will be in the rain.
The only way to kill me is to cut of my head.
Thoe the person who does will face my angered spirits dread.
I've come to destroy and control all.
When I do I will be invinsible and come into The Great Hall.
The Hall of Demons or I just might in a battle fall.
Either way things will be demolished.
After I've eaten half the people I'll have my tooth polished.
I thirst for blood and inner organs.
The taste makes me complete with arrogance.
You will marvle at my radiance.
But as you do I will kill you all with a lance.
Call forth my armies of the dead that will destroy evrything in it's path.
Now the blood has rained to much and the world is a bloodbath.
For evryone who dies my army will grow stronger.
Untill one day humanity is no longer.
Evrything is wiped clear or burnt away.
My undead army will shout a perfect: "Hurray!"
I now have conqured Earth and the next target is March.
They say there's nothing living there thoe they havn't seen the massive bars.
The bars of creatures of unknown realm building a temple to their detied God.
Once again, the blood with flod.
Since I am no mortal man now I'd be able to take March by myself.
But I like to see the suffering caused by my minions beside a shelf.
My powers will grow yet again and I will rule the Universe by my conquests.
On the surface of my homeplanet Earth I've left a gigantic chest.
Within the chest lies all of my wealth.
To steal it would need a massive stealth.
I belive there is no life in this demintion remaining.
Yet for many years, the blood will be raining.
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