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Full Moon: Feeding Your Aching Heart To My Loving Furnace Of Molten Metal

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  • Gardajin says:
    I’m the face of evil that is planted in your head I’m the allegory for everything that’s bad And for every harm I am the guy to lay the blame I’m the Fallen Angel – Sankt Velten is my name Even though I am the demon ruling from my throne I am just a being that is made of flesh and bone Sometimes I am longing for some human heat and peel That’s when I will catch you to make scream.
  • Tejind says:
    Jul 11,  · And the muttering deepened into a roar like the roar of typhoons approaching, and the blood-red lake of metal slowly brightened like the vermilion of a sunrise, and the vermilion was transmuted into a radiant glow of gold, and the gold whitened blindingly, like the silver face of a full moon. Then the workers ceased to feed the raving flame.
  • Samum says:
    Now when the day goes to sleep and the full moon looks And the night is so black that the darkness cooks And you come creeping around, making me do things I don't want to do Can't believe that she needs my love so bad Come sneaking around, trying to drive me mad Busting in all my dreams, making me see things I don't want to see.
  • Milrajas says:
    I look almost human by the light of the moon You knew I'd be coming but not this soon My sickle looks cold and sharp to the touch A well executed swing wont hurt too much [1ST CHORUS:] Death awaits you Death awaits you You cant see me at night but you know I'm there The full moon is my killing light, the grave my lair.
  • Mikanris says:
    My insides becoming you outsides, my outsides becoming your shattering prision. My mind and body scream in agony, it is the torment your comming brings. My soul knows the longer I suffer and the greater my pain, the more beautiful you will becaome. I catch a glimpse of your etheral beauty, as my body is finaly tour asunder. I know that my task.
  • JoJobei says:
    sake, O my Father!” And even as she cried, she leaped into the white flood of metal; and the lava of the furnace roared to re-ceive her, and spattered monstrous flakes of flame to the roof, and burst over the verge of the earthen crater, and cast up a whirling fountain of many-colored fires, and subsided quak-.
  • Kazrajind says:
    Through that dark furnace to my heart oppressed There shines a joy from thee, my only light; quatrain, Diana (“Dian”) tries to cheer “her friend the night” by often showing herself fully (i.e. being a full moon or perhaps any stages close to that). But (says the second quatrain) the night has a hopeless and even paradoxical love for.
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  • Kigagal says:
    Jun 06,  · 'My breast has been all weakness, is so yet; But still I think I can collect my mind; My blood still rushes where my spirit 's set, As roll the waves before the settled wind; My heart is feminine, nor can forget— To all, except one image, madly blind; So shakes the needle, and so stands the pole, As vibrates my fond heart to my fix'd soul.

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