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TIDES OF SIN
I will walk
To the ends of earth.
For my one
Chance at unholy birth.
Death’s cold hand
Is on my shoulder.
Stand and look,
High on the boulder.
Favored by
The gods with no name.
Walk my path
Between piles of slain.
Smell of rot
Is kept on my skin.
Fire eyes,
Let the pain begin.
Faith is lost in the tides of sin.
So many lives
Lost to the dead head’s grin.
Wickedness
It whispers her name.
Pure hatred,
The name of the game.
Dead bodies,
They have met the sum.
Finally,
My time has come.
Eternity,
Through the ages.
Faith burning
Up all of the pages.
Wish I could
Learn to live my life.
Or just die
Impaled by my knife.
Faith is lost in the tides of sin.
So many lives
Lost to the dead head’s grin.
My existence until time grows cold.
My chance, I’ve lost
To the crypts of gloom and mold.
The age of man comes crashing
Down on top of their heads.
Who would have though but the
Men who, in tomes they read.
Faith is lost in the tides of sin.
So many lives
Lost to the dead head’s grin.
My existence until time grows cold.
My chance, I’ve lost
To the crypts of gloom and mold.
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