Burn Into Your Hell by Nomad
Under the azure of mountains blundering eyes
Beyond the heads of inclining clouds
Striking in wall words pressed with a prayer
Pale messiah spoke: I'm The King
glorify my name In your songs
I'm the only Son of that Father
Streams as acrid as wine are flowing
pain, despair and fear
Thoughts as black as symbol are getting lost -
desire, freedom & miracle
Hands and words with bitterness are pressing -
to their master foots
Don't cry when your foots are in thorns
I'm yet merciful and paradise is real for you
Streams groove the furrows wounded because of cry
Scalded by lust priests limp
Children are gathered in one basked like fish
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