- Rogue soldier11
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The sound of iron shocks is stuck in my head, The thunder of the drums dictates
The rhythm of the falls, the number of dead's the rising of the horns, ahead
From the dawn of time to the end of days I will have to run, away
I want to feel the pain and the bitter taste of the blood on my lips, again
Posted by: Phenomenon IV
Posted by: Rogue soldier11
I originally had an account in 06. I forgot the login information though..
In fact, I don't even remember the username any longer.
Cool...
I know, right? Just thought I'd share, since it seemed mildly relevant.