I'm running somewhere outside,
To creepy night.
The Darkest Sky is playing death.
Above my head.
I want to be invisible - i slide.
No need to fight.
My chest is holding sudden breath.
Sky makes me mad.
See, how it's waiting for me to catch?
To bite and tear?
Black magic ritual is done,
It is alive.
The flash is burning like a scratch
On Sky of fear.
Black magic ritual is done -
And i will die.
The Sky Of Fear
© Copyright: Алексей Могилёв, 2006
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Let this witch
Give black magic some bleach
It will become white
and will let you survive
Cheers ;))))
А Н Е Л 21.02.2006 04:57 • Заявить о нарушении
Give black magic some bleach
It will become white
and will let you survive
Cheers ;))))
А Н Е Л 21.02.2006 04:57 • Заявить о нарушении