By Aaron... cloudy@infowest.com
Date: 8 December 2000
a bad dream
a bad dream
Peril comes to all
whether large or small
the beasts of the night will kill
the thrills of evil men
by evil blood hands, they will die
Devils relieving pain of good
but whether good wins
is a trial not yet written
Damn the foes of those done wrong
when banshies voices deafen those
who have sang that god awful song
In the end this bull**** won’t matter
The dark horses hooves down streets will clatter
Then reap the sounds of those dead rich bastards
for the peril of death will come to all
It is only the matter of pain
in which these fools will die
For in the end you will get yours
upon your death your loved ones cry
for the only love you ever knew
was that you paid to whores
Then upon awakening the morning after
when the beast will run no more
there’s nothing left but marks of hands
in you blood upon the door
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