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Dawn of metalThousand guitars are shredingWhile the doom world goes back to ashesFour strings made of skies are cryingWhile the black clouds are falling and dyingWhen the holy drum will stopPrepare your heart to the redemptionIt means that the sun will comeSo hail him, and he'll give you the dawnThe dawn of a new dayVersion française:Un milliers de luth composentPendant que le monde noir redevient cendresQuatre cordes faites de cieux pleurentLes nuages sombres qui tombent et se meurentQuand les toms s'arrêteront de battrePrépare ton cœur à la rédemptionCela veut dire que le soleil viendraAlors salue le, et il te donnera l'aubeL'aube d'un jour nouveau
The Night Before Christmas- A Creepy Pasta HolidayTwas the night before Christmas, and all through the house,Not a Pasta was stirring; not even the mouse. (That Smile had brought in days before, and nobody bothered to get rid of.)The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,Since Slenderman forced Jeff to put them all there.The Pastas were nestled all snug in their beds,…But something odd was going on in two of their heads.With Jeffrey in his hoodie, and BEN in his cap,It would seem that nobody could enjoy their long winter’s nap.For out on the lawn there arose such a clatter,And only our ____ sprang to see what was the matter.Away to the windows she flew like a flash,Tore open the shutters, and threw up the sash.The moon shone light on the forest she has and will love,And illuminated the two drunken idiots moving above.When, what to her wondering eyes should appear,Jeff and BEN were on the roof, trying to shoot the ‘reindeer’.With a little old Glock 19, so lively and loud,‘I