Flash of white-hot light.
Whisk of cruelest night.
Dawn breaks, sun in sight.
No, just lies, just shadow.
A diet of death,
Of the most wicked kind.
Charcoal and sulfur.
Black Moon, incessent boon.
Dark Light, Bright white.
Last fight, first right.
When the horsemen ride, in the last of night.
Suffering returns, death awakens.
Beat down,
Bite.
Bedazzle,
Behead.
Born Free,
Die Blind.
Comments
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Very grunge sounding. Would make an amazing song most definitely. Very impressive!
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Strange and gruesome Sounds like a metallica song, and your a good writer Keep it up
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Wow
Makes my tummy bubble all angry.
I like it!






