In the strange wold I got lost, The death was rising in me. Under the earth I found fear and sadness, Deep in the catacombs of madness. Strangest sounds are getting to me, The clock of horror is stiking midnight. I am losing my self in a nightmare, In the blind darkness,without any possible ligh. Silent, the golden bullet went also trough my crazy head, Like the shadows of life and death. Seeking for glory and honor I sunk in the worst horror.Birth sign: Cancer
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