Misery speaks

Storm of ideals

Misery speaks
Your paradise is set on fire

A laughter for to kill my fear.
Fallen all of a sudden and burns in the flames of noncomformicy.
Like the last leaf of a dying tree!
This shall be a paralysing dream.

Shall we drown in a world of blood?
Cause you can not lose what have'nt got?

In a storm of ideals the malice exalts
Your idols burn in this iconoclast

Without a fear be in hate with everyone.
With a blackend soul and blackend thunder ablaze the sun.

Shall we drown in a world of blood?
Cause you can not lose what have'nt got?

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