segunda-feira, 22 de junho de 2009

Morra muito

When the Jews return to Zion
And a comet rips the sky
And the Holy Roman Empire rises,
Then You and I must die.

From the eternal sea he rises,
Creating armies on either shore,
Turning man against his brother
'Til man exists no more.



"You'll see me in *hell*, Mr. Thorn. There, we will share out our sentence. "

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