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Tom Dawnin a night, as dark as death itself he was born to our world the future master of fear and stealth the monster of the evil tales, untold in a storm as loud as hell his mother screamed in pain and many sories even tell that the gods put a warning in that rainTom Dawn
for seven years he was, like all other boys but in his seventh year he did something odd in a full moon night, he burned all of his toys and in the ceremony of his faith, he declined his God his parents were inraged and put him in a cell for seven days and nights, he didn't get no food for the shame
by ~4go10soul
anger of the damnedhis friends betrayed him but he betrayed them back he let those fools jump at each others neck like hungry wolves inside a cage they feast out of each others rage he lets them murder, lets them kill betrayed his faith, betrayed his will the smell of blood gives him the grin without him they are untamed beasts and just like them, he gives in and on their hatered he feastsanger of the damned
protector. guardian. no more with thousand locks he locked that door now he is just like them exists to sin. exists to damn feel the a
by ~4go10soul
love and belief(intro talking) he stood before the window and closed his eyes his hair, slighly rising from the light autumn breeze.love and belief
he was trying to feel the scent of the future in the smell
of the cold rain that washed the roads several minutes ago
(intro singing) so he smiled
and in his imagination he have seen the beutiful creation his true love way across the nation he was ready to break the foundation
of the universe and all he was prepared to fall because finally eternety was stronger than reality and his own fatality wou
by ~4go10soul
Forgottensoul 1+2Part.1 The air in the room smelled like medicines and compressed air. the old man was laying on a bed. mourning silently every once in a while, two figures stood beside the bed, crying. One of them was a small child, about 13 years old in age. "Grandpa! please, don't go!" he barely cried. His tears fell like a raging river, wetting the cold and horibly smelling sheets of the bed. The smailes disapped from his eyes only when new tears fall. the old man smiled. He opened his mouth and a weak and sick voice came out: "It's ok Ben, you must be strong.” The old man stopped to coughed, spitting little drops of blood on himself. &nForgottensoul 1+2
by ~4go10soul
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and when i lose my way
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