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Riding through starlight and smashing the boundaries as hellfire falls from the sky. A shadow of pain will arise from the ashes of those fallen ones who have died. Our only master with fire and fury of hell will see his bidding done. Blasting from high as the battle unfolds, to the gates of the city we come! |
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You write your truth and I'll write mine. |
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Don't look up on your movie screens In record stores or magazines Close your eyes and you will see That you are all you really need JBJ - I believe "Sambora's face is a mask of joyous disbelief, as if previously unaware of his ability to play the instrument at all. Reaching the last fistful of notes, he does a fair impression of a man who is actually ejaculating into his jet black flares." . . . Ben Mitchell, Q Magazine |
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