Tekhton

Days of doom

Tekhton
Days of Doom
These days of doom were here to soon
The bride and her groom will stay in their tomb
The sun and the moon collide afternoon

Whirlwind of lovers a tempest of hate
Adulterous harlots beware of your fate
Poetic justice a chafing release
Condemned to each other now we re deceased

Till death do you part
So near to my heart
gone wrong from the start
your hell is my art

this love you aspire
will get you no higher
the flames you admire
your funeral pyre

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