Caede, peccata nostra stans.
Nullam spem victoriae.
Sed aspera Swift mors expectet qui ingredi.
Delubrum vitae ventris inferi.
Sed aspera Swift mors expectet qui ingredi delubrum vitae ventris inferi.
Hiding peccata innocentes.


Winter draws near,
Cold ice and fear,

Fire in the snow,
Dying so slow,

Unto the night,
On we must fight,

Look now to me,
We will be free.


Raging,
In the fires.
Of,
A dying Sun.

On,
We must fight.
And on,
We must run.

Away,
To the hills.
Away,
They do fly.

Better,
To live on.
Or better,
To die?


I am, a place,
Across the way,
Where people meet,
And paths decay,
And as for you,
(Sorry to say),
Your road has ended,
It's time to pay.

To Quote Karl- GO DIE IN NEW JERSEY!!!
Ze Spyders are EVERYWHERE.

I'm me, and there is no-one else in the world like me... But that's true for everyone.