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I watch as you thrash your heads, bowing to a god called metal! |
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I hear your excited cries - your shouts as if he is speaking within you |
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The army approaches the battle site. |
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Sound - versus - auricle. |
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The group is surrounded by walls that embrace |
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The tumultuous harmony and then fend it off into enchanted throng waves of hair it crashes - onto a grindingshore....valour.... |
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We all fear the day a time we hope will be years away |
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Inspection of reflection, recession of hair assaults vision |
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A balding crown, it meets your eye screams ring out as you face the sky |
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Only those, who did choose, to grow their locks |
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Have this maniacal type trepidation. ... |
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And when not meeting to receive the aural abuse |
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Worship does not end! |
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Each devotee has his own eclectic bible |
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Some with more volumes than the next |
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Many have similar source of inspiration |
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Although there are naught that are identical. |
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Any of those outside the brotherhood shalt not |
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Understand our ways and we should not expect this |
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Not until the day when darkness and light are truly one |
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This is not bad for we do not need them! ... |
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Our....will...is...our own... |
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We are already in a situation that's inflamed mainstream censors |
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**** you megalomaniacs - we can thrive without you. |
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We may not have your money or your health |
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But we are free from greed, our intrinsic sociology |
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We don't need your money - or input! |
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There are many half-breeds who are not enlightened, |
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Those who understand but do not love |
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Those who see, understand, but do not feel. |
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We accept them, and in many cases support those of half-light |
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But they shall never visit out inner sanctum. |
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This shall be kept so precious, such is the disturbing delight, |
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Giving us light when its dark helping us to find where our misgivings lie. |
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Giving us dreams and support, source of oneiric omniscience |
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Helping us challenge each plight selecting and directing our precipitous lives. ...... |
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I suffer adrenaline crimes...its metal that makes me so high! |
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I scream as |
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I thrash my head, bowing to me god..... |
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So....honour - metals - pride! |
