dusttodust

They crawlThey begThey kill on commandLike puppets made of human clayFor blood they will obeyEliminateNo man shall stand before meTo liquidateNo savior to awaitWithdraw the faithFor this is our last crusadeUntil they锛噐e deadWith power I will raidBloodsp . . . 阅读详情

A Portrait Of The Dying When Nothing RemainsAffliction gain ascendant of the beingWeakness grow sinewyTry to darn what will befallAnd we will misfireBewildered of what will occurWe seek the sinewWe all forgotDust to dustIs what we areAn empty shellOf a sp . . . 阅读详情