Dead on Arrival
Friar Rush holding
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I can't believe it's Bave & Malphas
I awakened from the strange dream
I could feel icy beads of perspiration forming
My invisible footsteps grew louder
In your hands
Are placed the sallow and the sapphire
Elf-fire and the elixir of life
Coupled to venerable thoughts on mystic psychography
And the royal color purple.
The Book of Enoch
Samyasa, heal by touch
Of the blessed wonders of the old Hazel tree.
Practicing the old Eromanty
Nat in Nastrond
And the old practice of salty Alomancy.
To the sound of muffled laughter
Who are you, pray tell
And how did you get in here?
As if you didn't already know
Some ghosts are not so benevolent
And some, lost in thoughts, are apathetic.
I was now spellbound or something stranger
It just isn't easy to live with
The cold realization that.
you are alive in a brazen and fiery
couldron.
The Same Tired RecordingsUnderground passions -the greatest hits
I do not count compilation
Three subconscious releases and I'm still
Working on this well-played list.Continue to work at your own risk
Vault it up
Give proper tedious and tiring respect
To the sound track constraints of finality.I'm at the well-worn crossroads
Of forever leaving the spirit behind
Why can the rest of them
Just exist like us?A simple untitled song
Unpublished and fully completed
One of the rarest yet
It involves the effort of unconditional love.
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