"Like a portrait born of hate
like a lock without a key
I am trapped here in this prison
deliver me from me..."House of Dust "Cold light descending through curtains of dust Torn like the memory of what we wert and what became of us Gone with the Evening when morning stares Gone and forgotten Iike a photograph..."Blood of the Saints "London is mine, New York and Paris shall fall One Ring to Rule in Darkness to bind them all Come to me now a moth to the Flame Burning your eyes as you stare..."|
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