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In Flames Food For The Gods

up to dimension covered with gold stairs of glowing ectoplasma safir onyx and buzzing vibrations A dead man banquet food for the gods There's only 1

dimension covered with gold stairs of glowing ectoplasma safir onyx and buzzing vibrations A dead man banquet food for the gods There's only 1 real world

to dimension covered with gold stairs of glowing ectoplasma safir onyx and buzzing vibrations A dead man banquet food for the gods There's only 1 real

up to dimension covered with gold stairs of glowing ectoplasma safir onyx and buzzing vibrations A dead man banquet food for the gods There's only 1

covered with gold stairs of glowing ectoplasma safir onyx and buzzing vibrations A dead man banquet food for the gods There's only 1 real world our earth

Remain trapped in these three dimensions Mention I once stepped past, now viewed as insane. Trained human pets scurry to cubical for food pellets. Next funeral for

his brow Skin soft and white, eyes fire and ice Just as I recall Not longer than nine score Certainly food for the gods And fit for a prince Her throat

cube link you bought, from the Jew for 80 G's Was only appraised at forty-two Gazed upon by the eyes of multitude Of people, who would trade gold for food

your mind that spins the wheel And your heart that makes you feel All the guilt for all your sins Oh, as that wheel spins Oh well, it plays as they believed And for