This is where I tell the truth. This is where you can know the real me. Really KNOW. Don't judge me. Don't tell me to stop swearing and be more politically correct or more gentle or whatever. What you see is what you get. You have been warned.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

Battle of the Broken Soul (Original Song)

My sweet angel
Fighting for me
Fighting for me

My Greek god is
Fighting for me
Fighting for me

He waits for you to come out of hiding
He waits for the darkness to leave
He waits to carry out the revenge
He waits to see you weep

My love for you ran blood red once
Then cooled to phantom blue
The blackness hardened my heart at last
Hardened it from you

My angel, my salvation
My savior, my friend
Shall conquer you, abolish you
Salughter you in the end
The blood shall pour forth from your viens
As it did from me
When my angels sword fights
You shall see,
You can't win over me.

Why I ever called you mine?
Oh, a foolish child I was
Freshly plucked from my vine
You thought I bore a lushious fruit.

But hidden beneath my tender leaves
Thorns would flock to hide.
Now your fingers, they shall bleed
For the crime that they committed.

My angel, my salvation,
My savior, my friend,
Shall conquer you, abolish you
Slaughter you in the end
The blood shall pour forth from your viens
As it did from me
You shall see
You can't win over me.

My Greek God, my deliverer
My lover, my protector
Shall kill your soul forever
As you did to mine
The phantoms shall come forth to me
I shall slay them one by one
When you come
You shall know... I have won.

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