with your cape's
gentle and smiling.
And when the quarry
by the yoke loosen,
it's hate fall
slow 'till to the
darkness more deep.
It's anger explode
in thousand drops
of violence.
It's death
you would,
but it's not concede you.
'Cause death was,
real the experience will must.
And the yoke is loosened,
because for hand take me death.
published on the web site http://drow.muzedon.com/forum/viewtopic.php?t=3667
published on 09/05/2006