1 Your furious criesReached to the sky,To the gates of heavenWhere the angels listenedAnd down bellowWhere demons listened tooIt screamed for everyoneEven though you didn't want it that way 2 Things go wrong for better or for worse but you wont end up in a hurse 3 My face is red,my throat on fire.Not even God,can allot me this desire. 4 I've known your painin some dark oblivion,and forged forever chainsin my vile veneration;I cannot hold against the screamsI cannot hold the shiningheaven haunts me in my dreams,and fiends at dayspring.
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1. Stargazer on Sunday, September 27, 1998, 15:21:38. 2. girl fromstillh2o oklahoma (tyungu@mailexcite.com) on Sunday, September 27, 1998, 15:40:51. 3. NikkiZen on Tuesday, September 29, 1998, 17:25:46. 4. Leanne Stott (Stefle@msn.com) on Wednesday, September 30, 1998, 12:49:35.
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