paganisticnihilist.
de Slain
Just like a fallen star, I dread an explanation
I find it hard to see all the good around me.
Here I lie, afraid to die, chasing shadows all my life,
Intensifies my endless cries, there’s no place to hide.
Heaven’s doors open wide, I see a rider stand inside,
The judged are taken by his sword; his name is truth, the word of god.
White rider, pray your judgment call takes me higher, not my final fall.
Más canciones de Slain
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admissionofguilt.
sadsummer.
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Backstabber
Backstabber
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bloodyshoes.
sadsummer.
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Cuts
crosses
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cyanide.
sadsummer.
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deadpalmtrees.
sadsummer.
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depressingbloom.
sadsummer.
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executioner.
sadsummer.
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headlesshorseman.
sadsummer.
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lockedandloaded
sadsummer.
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moss.
sadsummer.
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psychotictendencies. (homicidalsuicidal)
sadsummer.
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robertthedoll.
sadsummer.
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sadsummer.
sadsummer.
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tomb.
sadsummer.
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wither.
sadsummer.
