Current Residence: Cape Town, South Africa|
Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal, Punk etc...
WordsWhy am I so cheerless?Words by FinalPunishment
While things are so joyous
Could it be the sun?
Or am I just anxious?
I look upon the future
Knowing it will become the past
The present is a reward
That must be treasured
Live for love
But not always loving to exist
In this precious time
Where everyone is fighting
Just to be blissful
‘Sharing is caring’
What a cluster of bullshit
Humans are oblivious
Of what is around them.
How can we enjoy
What is around us?
When nobody smiles
When it is a beautiful sunset
Hold thy loved oneIt has begunHold thy loved one by FinalPunishment
Winter is here
When the dew turns to frost
with the midnight breeze
Within their sheets of love
Keeping each other warm
From a south eastern wind
As it blows across this side of the country
with its howling fury
Outside in the darkness
Flash of light
You hold your loved one
During the roaring thunder strikes
... few minutes pass
The storm calms down
Winter is here
It has begun
Locked Within My Sanity.Being lured in by the darkness, my heart seems more at home,Locked Within My Sanity. by atwistedillusion
Greeted by the demons, this is where I am famously known,
Being placed upon my throne, my tyranny will be great,
Anyone who tries to overthrow me will be remembered with a requiem of hate...
Born in pure hatred, no one can stop me,
Soon enough, my legion of darkness will be free!!!
we will stalk the shadows, still winning the fight,
Deception will be great, when we deceive the light...
Bringing apocalypse to it's knees,
With the world bent to our will, the rest will be a breeze,
Sacrifice will be big, and power will be last,
You cannot rush these things, they take time, so no need to be fast,
The rumble of my hellbent chariot will put fear into all,
Diablo stallions are things from the deepest shadows I call...
But wait, something is happening, everything seems to go awry,
Everything is leaving me, dissappearing, wait, wait I cry!!!
realizing what was a figment of my imagination looked real, or what it had seemed,
It was some