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Crystal Eyes Wall Of Stars

Can't ya digit, Honey? Rated XXX For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef Chicky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth Swinging' with this

'cause I got the juice I run with wise guys, so it's no surprise Everywhere I go, women undress me with they eyes Boys can't knock it, I'm on the rise

The bleeding palms on main-street Collecting nothing but the scorn Of those who cannot bear their eyes to meet Except in artificial light Who needs to star

pale fingers slide on the petals of the flowers That thee stained with mortal, coagulated blood... On the walls, midnight closes even the stoical eyes

A quest for the realm of legendry lost to man since before even the Star-Lords descended... Now, only I survive, my blood spilling to the ice, turning to crimson crystal

crystal speaks in dreams, Of silken shadows, and the softest breath of dark enchantment. Of ancient cyclopean temples, raising jewelled spires to the stars

of crystal promises Black rites begun in earnest, ignite hell's hungry furnace Behold the bold inauguration of the dark side Demonic passions climbing, ill fated stars

chilly draughts in the hall Of a crystal castle Lost among clouds made of gold Those anxieting visions Images behind frozen windows Make my eyes bleed

me Scars on the wind to hold me inside, tomorrow belongs to never I'll tear the walls of Erebus down. Child of the Desolation, cry to me under stars