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The Young Gods

to your ideals? Even if you think nothing of it, Are you willing to allow others to think the world of it, And of you? Pedagogue of Young Gods. All

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One

Oh, it's a long, long while from May to December But the days grow short when you reach September When the autumn weather turns the leaves to flame One

When ever I scream Passion reigns in my veins When ever I die My soul flies high Whom the gods love die young Whom the gods love die young White and

commit to your ideals? Even if you think nothing of it, Are you willing to allow others to think the world of it, And of you? Pedagogue of Young Gods.

When ever I scream Passion reigns in my veins When ever I die My soul flies high Whom the gods love die young Whom the gods love die young White and

one eyed old man. Of ye our elders told. You have been since land and sky was one. And if you really know all that will be, tell me, what the future wants with this young

of clashing wet bodies and sighs Dry throats and warm blood the rite, the collecting of sperm and milk from young breasts Lust instead of Gods on the

thugs grammar I'm bout to touch the roof wit it Extraordinary and I was never ordinary in cemetery bisit my thugs in mortuaries End all most reality young