Deathmoor Diablo

Saturday, September 08, 2007

ASS FUCK CUNT MOTHERFUCK

Is noone interested in real musicianship anymore? Is it really all about fame and fun?
Cuz if it is, I'm just gonna take it somewhere else.

Not that i can, but im done feeling tired and unaccomplished.

I have flame and fuel, but nothing to burn.

It festered at 12:33 AM

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Flight Of The Icarus
Iron Maiden

As the sun breaks, above the ground,
An old man stands on the hill,
As the ground warms, to the first rays of light
A birdsong shatters the still.

His eyes are a blaze,
See the madman in his gaze.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly and touch the sun.

Now the crowd breaks and a young boy appears
Looks the old man in the eye
As he spreads his wings and shouts at the crowd
In the name of God my father I'll fly!

His eyes seem so glazed
As he flies on the wings of a dream,
Now he knows his father betrayed
Now his wings turn to ashes to ashes his grave.

Fly, on your way, like an eagle,
Fly as high as the sun,
On your way, like an eagle,
Fly, touch the sun.