martes, 7 de septiembre de 2010

Ritual.

Ritual.

Bring me a knife,
I’ll bleed myself,
take off my heart,
I won’t need it anyway.

Lift the sorrows casted on me,
give me death instead of life,
close my eyes,
tear my body apart.

Surrender me to the end,
call glory instead of god,
take yourself some retribution,
if I hurt you hurt me enough.

Here I am standing,
call my name and take revenge,
ritual must be now started,
come and let me take you there.

-Ritual-

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