Encrusted
Total Darkness Fills My Soul
My Heart Aches Black
The Encrusted Picture Of Our Destiny Falls Apart
I Reach Below
I Aim For The Stack
And I Go From Start
Faded As The Fog
My Light Glows Deep
The Bursting Blow Of Our Origin Strikes
I Eat Roast Hog
The Mountain Be Steep
This Bike Is Mike's
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