The neighbors said she moved away Funny how it rained all day I didn’t think much of it then But it’s starting to all make sense Oh, I can see now that all of these clouds Are following me in my desperate endeavor To find my whoever, wherever she may be
“Cliff Burton was the man who had that wild spirit that makes a band like Metallica a quality band. He wasn’t only the bass player, or someone else in the band who co-write the songs, he was the man who made Metallica reach the sky.” (Lars Ulrich)
RIP Cliff Burton February 10, 1962 – September 27, 1986
if i live to see you again i’ll take out my eyes with this I have no way, and in consequence want no sight i’ve tried my hardest to forget every connection always being the blind villain
my end meets the old curse of death
the last courtesy I give get the horses for your mistress there is a cliff, with sky high peaks make your way to the very brim of it stop it from every showing repair the misery
give me your hand the departure of the thief and monster is far from over but everything is gonna be just fine everything will be just fine
with robbers hands, cunning and false label him a thief, bring him before us bind fast his corky arms filthy traitor!
hang him instantly pluck out his eyes rip the haunting smirk from his face may heaven help him, but only through its plagues for our means secure us for our means secure us and our defects prove our worth.
give me your hand the departure of the thief and monster is far from over but everything is gonna be just fine everything will be just fine we live in fear and danger of them their delicate cheeks will turn to rotting flesh one day women will all become monsters