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Future Trail Misery

My words in a breathtaking wind. My feets over quaking ground. My ears hear the claps of thunder and I dance against the silent flow of time. We see

you will find - Messiah stabbed in the head No one will ever miss him - They are all dead And so you inject the black venom Following the trail of future

ruins was to sympathize and pity All the suffering and heartache, all the graves and broken bones For buried there a testament to the evil of a queen A misery

one will ever miss him - They are all dead [Lead: M. Tervonen - M. Sunesson] And so you inject the black venom Following the trail of future - Towards

images in our blurry memories of childhood. escaping every when, who or why ebony eyes disappeared i cannot longer bear this as it revels in my misery

And future wore a taunting grin. Find the scavenger's demise By the trail of the poverty. Look for the vulture eyes On the fair of misery.