its is so dark here br in my dungeon black br were no one can find br my peace of mind ~ br and words can not br convey the hell br that I'm in~ br br i sing not of the living br or of the enslaved dammed br but of the spilled blood of the many br that soaks into the ground br and runs through the rock br and down though the lakes br were blood turns clear br and only the unknowing blind drink~ br br and i would br give all to him br he who needs not of me br but give only warning br of what could be~ br and yet i would stand unclothed br and necked at his feet~ br br and can you not feel the blade br it presses at our very throats br slicing at our soft soul br cheating our new born skins'~ br br and need to be loved br and born again~br br Verlecia fieldsbr br