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I hope someone can guess what I was listening to while I wrote this. It's not the same style as that band, but some consistant imagery. You'll get bonus points.
Frankenstein
Peasants mass
Lightning strikes
Thunder claps
To widows' cries
Further the oaken floor
Farther the hearkened fall
Carmine moon
Echoes pitch and tar
While lights far off
Dance and breathe
I can't make out the master (Castor)
So I look within
We envy the skull
Sockets bright and full
Knotted bones
Born of God and scars
The blood produced
Purple tinted red
I can't make out a pulse
Hunt it down again
Peasants mass
Fork and torch in hand
The creatures mask
Wait to breathe
'til skeletons clash
Iron, ash, bone and wax
I'd like to think
I'm between the living and dead
While ivory struck strings
Haunt my love and hatred
I'd like to think
I'm between the living and dead
While ivory struck strings
Haunt my love and hatred
We envy the skull
Sockets bright and full
Last edited by xKONRADx; 10-31-2005 at 08:39 PM.
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