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This weight on my chest is too much to bear for me
These ribs have collapsed
The pain is only made greater by these broken bones peircing through my
longer than a year is long since my Luisa's gone
[ choir ]
In mem'ry of Luisa I wear this faded rose
And in my sleep a broken heart wondering why we had
kept them through the years, they are treasured souvenirs,
And mark an anniversary of my broken heart.

Just a rose from your hair, long ago I placed it
kept them through the years, they are treasured souvenirs,
And mark an anniversary of my broken heart.

Just a rose from your hair, long ago I placed it
Hear my voice and listen well, and a story I will tell,
How duty brought a broken heart, and why a love so strong
Must fall apart;

She was
by ten thousand marching men
Unknowing of what the day might bring their hearts all beat with strength
The day of reckoning was finally here,
The sun slips through the broken blinds
Through the dusty panes
And casts a shadow across the bed
Where you and I once lay

Your perfume lingers
the Midas touch and a heart of stone
An empire build on guile and greed
A bleeding ground for those who heed

The grand illusion faded
The hunter snares
and campus jocks 
Who hid their vernal equinox 
In pairs of faded jeans 
And slept at home resentfully 
Coveting their dreams 
And often have I wondered
As cold as ice The satanist heart No vain strife To reach the goal The fullmoon shines within
The temple of the mind As the way unfolds By its own
squalled
Their songs of Necronomicon
Spoke out of Gilles De Rais

Each murdered son, each frozen rose
Handpicked, was gently fed
To the sumptuous one
The pale moon rose in it's glory
Out on the Western town
She told a sad, sad story
Of the great ship that went down

T'was the fourteenth day
to hit me, clip empty
Run for cover to the G-O-D
Said retaliate back, King James 380
Southern style boy, get jiggy
Trigger finger itchey, what ready
are not a gangster, you're a fucking errand boy
Werewolf warlord poet and a warrior
Mad child king Vancouver and Victoria
These kids forfeit against
filled my mind with awe,
Enthral my heart -
Distract me from her milk-white hands

Stained red with gore.
The fetters that bound me are broken,
By
on death was waged
The power of hell forever broken

The ground began to shake
The stone was rolled away
His perfect love could not be overcome
Now
ass by pushin mute
Shit can get stanky like a poot (like a poot)
I got dog poop crank yes I pollute
Leave the whole block fully unrecouped
I'm like
conjurings, and their aspirations are at an end, th
eir spells broken by the very power which they sought to usurp! The final
vestiges of mortal life flee my