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10/04/08(Sat)01:18 No.2731075>>2731074
Oh, and there we were all in one place,
GRIM DARK and lost in space
With no time left to start again.
So come on: jack be nimble, jack be quick!
Candle jack sat on a can-
Cause fire is the devil’s only friend.
Oh, and as I watched him on the stage
My hands were clenched in fists of rage.
No angel born in hell
Could break that satan’s spell.
And as I purged her in the night
To show her the emperors shining light,
I saw eldrad laughing with delight
The day the music died
He was singing,
"die die, from the flames in the sky."
Drove my raider to the crater,
But the crater was dry.
Them goold old dreads were drainin' the promethium dry
And singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
I met a farseer who's love did bloom
And I asked her for some happy news,
But she just smiled and turned away.
I went down to the wargear store
Where I’d heard the music years before,
But the techmarine said the music wouldn’t play.
Hand een thee stweets: thee childwen scweamed,
Thee lovers cwied, and thee poeets dweamed.
But not a hword hwas spoken;
Thee chyurch bells all were broken.
Hand thee thwee men Ay hadmire most:
Thee father, son, hand thee holy ghost,
They captyoored thee lhast train fooor thee coast
Thee day thee myoosick died.
And they were singing,
"die die, from the flames in the sky."
Drove my raider to the crater,
But the crater was dry.
And them goold old dreads were drainin' the promethium dry
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die.
"this’ll be the day that I die."
They were singing,
"die die, from the flames in the sky."
Drove my raider to the crater,
But the crater was dry.
Them goold old dreads were drainin' the promethium dry
Singin’, "this’ll be the day that I die." |
