quarta-feira, 24 de setembro de 2008
On My Way To Death Valley (This Journey Ends With No Tomorrow)
Crossing roads
In a Mirriad of dreams
This cross I bear
And carry with no pleasure
Lost in the sands of the Mojave
Where the sun blinds the road I follow
Where every step makes me hollow
The end path of insanity
Where I feel displaced of humanity
On the Valley of shadows
(Lunatic fields of bloody disease)
On the black valley of doom I stand
(This void that sucks you in)
Till Death rides along my side
(And Hell follows with me)
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The incy wincyy spider went up the water spout.
Down came the rain, and washed the spider out.
Out came the sun, and dried up all the rain
And the incyy wincyy spider went up the spout again.
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