I am the moonchild, and I live on 22 Acacia Avenue , which is somewhere in the realms of Paschendale. My parents are the rainmaker and mother russia
Never in my wildest dreams, my most infinite dreams, had I known of the evil that men do, that the clairvoyant told me through the prophecy... the trooper, you see... he was a man on the edge, so to speak. He came from a time of wasted years, and it had not played well on him, wasting love on the women in uniform. Confused and betrayed, he dialled the number of the beast and asked the lord of the flies himself ' Can I play with madness?' Enraged by his refusal, he made a bet with the angel and the gambler that the sign of the cross woould go up in holy smoke when the wicker man burned. Many revelations then proved that he was wrong, and so when everyone was distracted by the flight of icarus, he made his escape. No, he was not running free. He had to be quick or be dead. He had to run silent, run deep and run to the hills. Then, of course, the seventh son of a seventh son noticed his absence, and because of the virus that he was suffering, he sent the assassin after him. There were aces high: he was the phantom of the opera, and with himn on the case, there is no prayer for the dying. This was the public ewnema number one. Just like he will bring your daughter to the slaughter, you know it's all over when he announces 'Hallowed be thy Name'. He is a powerslave, he ensuers that only the good die young and he recites the rime of the ancient mariner as he works. When he has his hooks in you, you know that you will die with your boots on.
It is 2 minuetes to midnight now, and I must go to my iron maiden, my bed and place of slumber. We are coming to futureal times, and I am afraid to shoot strangers. But a time of no more lies is coming. A time where these clolurs don't run. A brave new world is dawning. Here is our fates warning...
Never in my wildest dreams, my most infinite dreams, had I known of the evil that men do, that the clairvoyant told me through the prophecy... the trooper, you see... he was a man on the edge, so to speak. He came from a time of wasted years, and it had not played well on him, wasting love on the women in uniform. Confused and betrayed, he dialled the number of the beast and asked the lord of the flies himself ' Can I play with madness?' Enraged by his refusal, he made a bet with the angel and the gambler that the sign of the cross woould go up in holy smoke when the wicker man burned. Many revelations then proved that he was wrong, and so when everyone was distracted by the flight of icarus, he made his escape. No, he was not running free. He had to be quick or be dead. He had to run silent, run deep and run to the hills. Then, of course, the seventh son of a seventh son noticed his absence, and because of the virus that he was suffering, he sent the assassin after him. There were aces high: he was the phantom of the opera, and with himn on the case, there is no prayer for the dying. This was the public ewnema number one. Just like he will bring your daughter to the slaughter, you know it's all over when he announces 'Hallowed be thy Name'. He is a powerslave, he ensuers that only the good die young and he recites the rime of the ancient mariner as he works. When he has his hooks in you, you know that you will die with your boots on.
It is 2 minuetes to midnight now, and I must go to my iron maiden, my bed and place of slumber. We are coming to futureal times, and I am afraid to shoot strangers. But a time of no more lies is coming. A time where these clolurs don't run. A brave new world is dawning. Here is our fates warning...
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For those of you who had no idea what the hell all of that was about, it's a little puzzle i've made for you. It's simple - unpick all of the song titles! the first, in yellow, is all iron maiden, and i think there's 57 of them. the second if mcr, and there's about 47 of them. have fun!
