WINE AND GATES
Houses Of A Choked Name Live To Tell Tales...
life
in the journey of terror, foreout the salvation
we work with, the might of requiem's dread, sight
to the man who can few the sigh's of other's, like heaven shines
must, the bones of a religion say the myth of cope to know?
persuasion in your many, how to live for any
the depression of spirit is a ley of when to bare the more
easy as 1 - 2 - 3, the smile of errors in salt is but a bloods fantasy?
grace before a lord of semblance and demonstration
for the horror of courses in the mind, they don't know
will the brace of ecstasy keep the myth of demand in the sky, where even is light
fortunes to be had, further to be heed, fabric to be hold
more than else, the mission of senses we have accomplished, the silence of reason
to confirm the eye of reality to frugal lips, this is the work of misery
time and the house of angels in the stream of mercy to come, the morrow of eases sun
is a levity of reaches that knew the rage of a callous song, come from history
true, the sigh's of virtue were with the liberty of compassion for a land
in trivial sorts of ventures made, the onus of remembering the cold heart of worlds
if any more than a fright, we know your since, for the commonness of a richness of wind
liberate us from ourselves and you to will see, the account of rued now in the poise heard
conscience
their tone of voice was a herald of creation with a mastery of vice to quell
but our simplicity as a tongue of assurances, is even more than god's himself, prescience
was a future with marvels for each, his story, his worry, his fury, his hell
in the journey of terror, foreout the salvation
we work with, the might of requiem's dread, sight
to the man who can few the sigh's of other's, like heaven shines
must, the bones of a religion say the myth of cope to know?
persuasion in your many, how to live for any
the depression of spirit is a ley of when to bare the more
easy as 1 - 2 - 3, the smile of errors in salt is but a bloods fantasy?
grace before a lord of semblance and demonstration
for the horror of courses in the mind, they don't know
will the brace of ecstasy keep the myth of demand in the sky, where even is light
fortunes to be had, further to be heed, fabric to be hold
more than else, the mission of senses we have accomplished, the silence of reason
to confirm the eye of reality to frugal lips, this is the work of misery
time and the house of angels in the stream of mercy to come, the morrow of eases sun
is a levity of reaches that knew the rage of a callous song, come from history
true, the sigh's of virtue were with the liberty of compassion for a land
in trivial sorts of ventures made, the onus of remembering the cold heart of worlds
if any more than a fright, we know your since, for the commonness of a richness of wind
liberate us from ourselves and you to will see, the account of rued now in the poise heard
conscience
their tone of voice was a herald of creation with a mastery of vice to quell
but our simplicity as a tongue of assurances, is even more than god's himself, prescience
was a future with marvels for each, his story, his worry, his fury, his hell
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Houses Of A Choked Name Live To Tell Tales...
Houses Of A Choked Name Live To Tell Tales...
