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Dark Angel Leave Scars

the wood Like tears of dying cross... Here's the place of alteration Where gods turn into temporal form, Dark ritual of demons procreation Come on! Leave

that jingle And I never leave you cold So I might steal your diamonds I'll bring you back some gold I'm no angel, no I'm no angel No I'm no stranger to the dark

to lick them dry Whilst the dark regrasps, for if she asks The sun forsakes the rite to rise And is the first to discern, that this angel's return Is

like a fallen angel And said 'I've no love to send.' It keeps a photograph It likes to overdose on time It said 'Time to leave' Like other friends

The cheap wine that you drown the million little devils in your brain Stained your mouth and leaves a purple trail down heartache lane To slash my sickly senses leaving

you would never need"? But oddly enough I worshipped the ground my father walked upon. My brother and I were a strange mixture, as different as daylight and dark

Time bewitches the hourglass And ices up your mind All that moves resembles past Reflections of the scars you wouldn't find In that hour of dark Between

wit mental velocity connect my sentences and thoughts like apostrophes we represent hypocracy,it ain't no stopping me until I fulfill the term of my prophecy my attitude is scarred

Thrown upon damp cellar walls Greeted nothing but despair from slaves Her nights enthralled Thirteen Winter solstices had shown Her path, that the dark