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Oh how I've been longing to my pagan life
To chase after my believes
Leaving this corrupt world behind
To follow my dreams
Never they let me go
Fighting on in my great imagination
Yet how can it be imagination if it feels so real?
Pagan Gods ruling my Mind
ruling my World
ruling my Fantasie
So harsh this cold world can be
never they seem to understand
what it's like to be left alone
in your head and soul
A small grasp of understanding it seems
yet they don't know what it feels like
how can they possibly know?
What words, worlds or tales are in my head?
Swords battering in my mind
vain words comming out of my mouth
My believes were destroyed long time ago
together with this world
Sadness rules the soul
My efforts invain
09-01-2009 om 00:00
geschreven door Merlin Isengard 
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- Gemiddelde waardering: 5/5 - (2 Stemmen)
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Screw this shit, I'll make my own
