MeUnknown Rhythm

When the wolves are howling and the moon is bright. The witches are dancing, what a glorious sight.

And the imps are praying for the angels to fall. And the sinners are laughing, their backs to the wall.

And the air is pulsing with a deep dark need. As the magic weaves black, you'll fall to your knees.

And your body is jerking, its rhythm unknown. You'll feel the Devil laughing as you're cut to the bone.


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Thursday, December 04, 2003
 
Nightmare with the computer lately, or rather it seems that way. We were supposed to get an upgrade and ended up with 2 dodgy motherboards from the supplier, and now the power supply won't fit into the casing or something or other - still, so far the hard drive hasn't been wiped so there's hope yet :)