He walks like a dead man
Alive he would have crucified us all
He stands on the last step
Oblivion beckons to us all
His hand burns as he turns to laugh
Smiles as the flame sears his flesh
Melting his face screaming in pain
Peeling the skin from his eyes
Watch him die
He's dust on the ground
Your back's against the wall
You turn into the light
You'll burn again tonight
You're Children of The Damned
Yelm in Hell, or what?
Graeme
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