Don Corleone
Emre
btw-JoeVice, my stuff REALLY doesn't make sense, take this for example:
The Moors that had held the paradigm
In which the doors of perception were wide open
Was now filled with draped night air
And fear held a clutch on all young hearts
Whose innocent minds
Did not know, naught did not care
Of what may lay ahead
Or the havoc which laid below
But of the thought of calamity to never pass by
Never to serenade
Or wreath itself into our consciousness
And let the lies that bind imbibe into our ways of thinking
Like thieves in the cold winter, darkness
Whom come to steal the beauty of all that is beautiful
Of all things which are good to come
I have no idea wtf i am talking about here^. How the fuck can Moors hold paradigms? I must have been pretty boozed up when i wrote this.
yeah metal is full of lyrics of this kind
