agony An eternity in death, can be much more easily achieved It's the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues The belief that all is lost, and
the noise in the hall... I haven't spoken a word in days, to anyone else at all... And so, as I go, I'll leave my body for you... And so, as I go, don
touch I remember December in Windsor, 2002 I remember feeling much older, than twenty-two The season was cold, and I was alone, developing tastes for poisons. This was my old haunt, and
Grudge, like a fist! I can hold the Iron Grudge, and never lose my grip I'm not your stepping-stone, I'm not your fucking crutch. And for as long as
were wrong, when the journey has made you wise enough to know the time has come, to end the tradition. We came this far, to admit that we were wrong and
you, My 'masterpiece'... For time is short in my condition, the song of redemption Will be the final composition, from this tired musician. Please give me your attention and I will remedy, this silent tension And
always done it for ourselves. For it is not a matter of life and death, but life only and itself. To live is to light a torch and carry it as far as
and I'm at home in the Northern Cold My blues are so dark they are black. The roots are buried, so deep in the past. See my roots, for they are true. Feel my blues
, when you are gone. Life in the North goes on without you. My fire will burn, with you or not. My passion will overcome. Year's end, coming home, and
Through a brainstorm of snow and ice Where dynamite blasted the Canadian Shield, I ride Highways 17 and 69 I understand the relation Of black metal and
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off her cold, sharp claws. Let her tear you limb from limb, let nature take its course. Let her kill and devour, kill and devour and kill some more.
And after all that we had done We had become...(the private joke). We knew the risks and we were willing to take them And so we went through with it, and
a northern town I've been digging myself out From a time when I hadn't seen Anything worth remembering I would aspire to better life To feast my eyes and
and fulfill, for your importance is strengthened by your early death It's the truth in true despair, deepest roots, darkest blues The belief that all is lost, and