the celtic red-eyed
sleeping in this stupid land where the pizza was invented
crawled out of my bed at midnight, nowhere was light.
walked past the lake. heared voices deeper than the darkest night, voices filled with might.
so i walked there to see who they were, vampires they call themself. lifted my lips up to taste the blood of my arm. "join us" they said.
we love the color of red
crawled out of my bed at midnight, nowhere was light.
walked past the lake. heared voices deeper than the darkest night, voices filled with might.
so i walked there to see who they were, vampires they call themself. lifted my lips up to taste the blood of my arm. "join us" they said.
we love the color of red
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| Chlorophyl: | Dinsdag, september 19, 2006 20:43 |
| No she isn''t. | |
| MayadeBij*: | Donderdag, september 07, 2006 13:59 |
| In this stupid land where pizza was invented :) mmm.. Germany?? ;) | |
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| Gecontroleerd door: Innerchild | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 07 september 2006 | ||
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