I went and stole myself the devil’s heart
‘Cause mine was pulverized and crushed
Then I drank all the whiskey in this town
Still I could not get enough
And I know that it’s too late
But I’m sorry for everything
And now I’m stuck out here all by myself
It’s hard to fill the empty hours
I’d like to force some gal to stay with me
But I just haven’t got the power
And I know that it’s too late
But I’m sorry for everything
You cannot live in constant solitude
Or your mind will surely bust
The rain will fall down on your withered soul
And then your bones will start to rust
And I know that it’s too late
But I’m sorry for everything
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Condemned to a fiery void, where teeth gnash and limbs beat endlessly, those that have inflicted pain on the innocent scream in agony, their cries reaching the top of the tallest spire that pierce the heavens where the abused now reside.
Those below plead for forgiveness, for solace. Those above simply laugh and refuse to answer as they watch them flail in the pit eternally.
This is the voice of one of many within the tower. It is the new standard for emotionally extreme music. Grimmrobe
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