SWICK - Christopher B. Naoku (snow like ashes .txt) 📗

closing in

The world in shadows has resonated
Into the image that is never was
As I call with my heart no one comes
Though as I mourn with tears of
Guiltless blood yet though
Not a soul to be heard.

And now as I spit on my silent though beyond the
Balanced cup and spill the
Blood of many upon the throne
Thane angels desires
As I for wickedness I serve fourth
No more.

11)A mother of peace
(Instrumental)

12)The end of living
(Intro)

Into the night of fate
My being is being turned into
The fowl of the shadows
Clothing into my own
Eyes of doom

Down to my last drop
My life is yet at end
As number of the leaves
That blurs
Like icy
Tears from the heavens

No ears have heard
Never a soul has told
What has not
Spoken


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Publication Date: 04-04-2010

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