Touched and Left for Dead
Sunday, November 27th, 2011
"Come forth demons Breathe through the walls that entomb you"
The sword of my armour
My wind of of something darker
The hole of my grave dug deeper
The hymms of my funeral get louder
The evil tyrant I was I am
Laughter for lust I greed
The spells of my spirit
This world I now leave
My sword might be rusty





























































