C. Situnayake
C. is 90 years old.
C. is located in Amsterdam at Blue$Berry in Amsterdam.
C. likes to rest during off hours and is trying to improve skill in order to get ahead professionally.
Back from the dead, and who's to blame?
Oh darling, you give necromancers a bad name...
theboy
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Song Details
The music is mediocre and the lyrics are below average. The song was written 2/12/2005 by C. Situnayake. The originality is perfect.
| Fame: |
42 |
| Popularity: |
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| Stage Potential: |
10 |
| Genre: |
None |
| Owner: |
Bad Charlotte |
| First Revealed: |
2/12/2005 * Songs this old don't have an accurate release date and are considered to be revealed the same day they were composed. |
Dominant Instruments
This song has no instruments. It was possible to write songs without instruments in the early days of this game. This is no longer possible.
Special Lyrics
Born and raised on holy ground,
on a rainy day of hell.
Raised and educated by the monks,
the boy studied the books well.
He saw some things no other saw,
he realised with a twisted glare.
Cast out by the monks, he was,
for evil things he'd dare.
He set out for the one true book,
for he was sure it did exist.
And a voice in his head guided his madness,
the boy could no longer resist.
He traveled the roads and he raised hell,
searching the most hidden occult collections.
And when he nearly lost hope he stumbled onto it, in an abandoned church it's hidden sections.
Cthulhu,
I command you,
do what you have to,
to this earth.
Forgive me,
it's been my destiny
to call hell upon thee,
since my birth.
He ventured forth to his holy birthground,
and he battled the guarding monks.
They begged their lord for grace and mercy,
but he slaughtered them off like punks.
In sand he drew dark symbols as he chanted,
when his black heart filled the skies.
And the demon arose and the people went mad,
by staring into it's eyes.
Cthulhu,
I command you,
do what you have to,
to this earth.
Forgive me,
it's been my destiny
to call hell upon thee,
since my birth.
The earth stayed dark while the people screamed
and ran for their petty little lives.
Those who wanted to escape the Ancient One,
stabbed their own heart with their knives.
And the boy heard the shrieks of those dying alone
as they breathe out their last breath.
And he felt the pain of all the souls dying,
as he condemned them to their death.
Forgive me,
it's been my destiny
to call hell upon thee,
since my birth.
Have mercy,
have some sympathy,
he's been controlling me,
since my birth.
And the boy took a dagger from a dying monk's hand
and he striked at his own heart.
His blood dripped down on the sacrilegious symbols
and the dark skies were torn apart.
And the dark lord was drawn back
to the void that he came from.
The surivors rebuild their villages,
praying their children would face what may come.