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Song of Death The sound of the bass ripped through several cords setting my insides on fire. Music that was made sent me in to a frenzy as my voice fell down tree octaves, "In the blackness that we seeeek there's nothing more the hated." The crowd went wild as i got high on the madness of all the cheers. Drummer Boy behind me was on high with me as well as the rest of the band we felt the high and the crowd saw what we could do, the guitar went into a solo of pure adrenaline fingers shaking as he played twice as fast as normal. "Soaring through this dark sky on my own wings till the dawn of oblivion. Seeking nothing but my own redemption as I'm locked in my mind." My voice died as well as my soul that day as the crowd fell dead on the ground by the poison/gas being pumped into the room. Devils Death my band knew about it and wanted it we planed it as a last show the end with
ravenon the out side i am white and blondebut insidei am a pit of black rage and hatewith strong black wings i fly higher in the sky then every one elseto far to hear their wordtheir hateand their live are no longer mine to deal withas i soar i flee my hate to find some thing newand love to be free in my black body to seek my own world of color