Well never bow, no compromise. Come test me, feel my scorn. Ill be coming back to haunt you when Im gone. Behold me! Were laying traps back down. Pray do watch us stand our grand, As were subversively misleading you out to sea. The sound of poison has gone off. Our traps arent malleable, beware! No dogma or deterrent can dissuade us from our torment path. Said path has run nigh on eight years. Dark skills in trade, We hone and sharpen arrow blade. The trap is laid While we await and wait and wait. When we return at break of day, We light first match, then start our way Dictate us not. Dictate us not. The kill is near. The kill is near. We reached the snares afore midday, The crusted blood marks future ways, The kill is scored. The kill is scored. Hurrah, Hooray, Hurrah, Hooray.
Posted on: Thu, 20 Nov 2014 22:27:04 +0000
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