₦airaland Forum

Search through the the thick lines of fate,peep through the fears of your heart,seek the lie of yet another truth,while we wait in woe and hate,to end our joy from yet another start,a naked shame of raging soothe. . . . . . . . . .In lustrous shroud of fabric smooth,gallant corpse in garments of pride,heroes of lasting scars of shame,bleed through the veins of your tooth,scream again in the want of your bride,round around in the chant of your name,Doomed!!!Owls in the hole of hell,to hold for you the joy of your spell.