u tempest me at da helms of my morrow
lonely days before me against thou sorrow
I loom in da mist of what's ahead
forth behold my script not dead
I loom in da mist of what's ahead
forth behold my script not dead
It's o'kay to dame me in da temple of doom
but on da walls my scribe will forever bloom
whom art my eyez may cry
beatin of thou heart soon to die
but on da walls my scribe will forever bloom
whom art my eyez may cry
beatin of thou heart soon to die
Temptation is greater then truth
words runneth which art loose
saddle thee , forth da ride is near
soon unbound da coming wit fear
words runneth which art loose
saddle thee , forth da ride is near
soon unbound da coming wit fear
Stain glass reflection image
tempest of love now life blemish
cuddle me , behold my spirit
I soth my oats wit greatest merits
tempest of love now life blemish
cuddle me , behold my spirit
I soth my oats wit greatest merits
Da temptation of confession
sure rise me, so my heart speaketh
as da mind reveal what's not spoken
free me ! free me .[/CENTER
sure rise me, so my heart speaketh
as da mind reveal what's not spoken
free me ! free me .[/CENTER
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