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Hey there! I'm Gabrial: a fun lovin' punk rocker with a love for the ladies. I'm Irish, I smoke, I drink, and I love a good scrape. I'm not a Christian and don't bother trying to convert me. There is nothing about me that I'd change, it's important to like yourself. To hell with what others think of me.
Vengance From the Grave
Crimson tears stain beauty's face with sarrow.
Tombstones over rows of coffins, in wich sleep
the dead. On her shoulder perches a crow
and on his wing fierce vengance does he keep.
Fly crows o'er head to land upon a cross.
With Hell's flaming wrath her dead heart is filled
for her unborn child, she counts as a loss
of the night she was so harshly killed.
Her flesh now pale with ice cold vengful hate.
Her dream of motherhood is gone to waist
but, by her hands will come a grusome fate
for soon, her killer's blood her blades will taste.
And though this tale is of blood all ends well,
her with the child and their killer in Hell.
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