Theres a big dark house on the hill, a very large diralect house. Its known locally as hangmans folly. This old masion, well thats what it really is, is built on a hill, a strange and baron hill. A place where birds dont sing, and animals wont go, horshes shy, and dogs run with hairs raised in fright. Nothing can grow here, it is a dength and desolate place. Where nobody stays for long. They say its haunted, but we dont believe in haunted houses....DO WE?.
[The Suicide File]. . If what it boils down to. is that "you're either for us or against us". I guess I've got a tough, tough choice to make. cause hollow patriotic actions and reenactments don't move me.
Going nowhere fast everywhere at once. No one is king and there is no God. So if life is a test then Ive failed you all. Put the steel to my head and watch me fall, fall.
There is no one watching them rest. We are all on our own. . Walk down these streets of starvation and death. Where mothers sell their pussies to feed their kids.
The world is turning into the night. Stars are falling. Heaven's calling. Hell is alive. The moon is dark. And the sun won't give her the light. The end has come.
The Gates of heaven opened. A white horse did appear. There an angel standing in the sun. . Fire in his eyes. The angels herald his command. There the keys to hell and death.
Darkness calls my name. The one who walks in flame. Blood of ancient serpents rise. . Wings spread above the slain. Where fallen angels reign. They live in terror of the light.
It's the end. Of our beginning. I've forgotten. Who you really are. I've forgotten. Who I really am. I haven't got time. For what you feel. No I haven't got time.
Come close to the unfamiliar warmth. Coy gesture. To paralyze. . Beloved. Covetous. Stuns the brute with uninvited praise. . The troubled times. The tear aways.
It's what she meant with open ends. The scaled cracks our numbered and counting down. There is no contact - so shrive away. She cannot save it from herself.
Astral glance's. Kissing jade sea. Gate of wisdoms lost. In unfathomed deep. Haunted waters. Maids of the ancient gods. Crying for their glorious blood.
[ Music:Highlord - Words:Vasce ]. . Why must you always kill. These thoughts and these words?. Why must you always reject our plans?. Now we want to ride the stars.
[ Music:Alessandro Muscio - Words:Stefano Droetto ]. . You found me lying in this lonely road.... Bleeding and covered with white snow. My eyes captured yours but suddenly they turn to ice.
[R.Iorio]. . Se me cumple. hoy el sueo pendejo de ayer.. Y fue por rebelde. que al metal pesado me aguante.. . Salir de gira. para llevarte en vivo el concierto..
[Ricardo Iorio - Ana Mourin]. . A las montañas del noroeste Argentino. te dirigiste hermano,. dejando grabado por siempre. en mi corazón aquel fuerte abrazo..
Save me one time, wont you. Take this blackened heart and make it whole. I dont fear for what I am. Is the fall of man. . Life breeds death and disease.
When will the hands of god. Choke the life from this world of fools. Eradicate the masses. Crushed under the weight of failure. . Await the deathblow.
I lie awake while the gods are sleeping, I trust in death as the only real thing. I denied god two times and twenty years ago, I believe in things you never want to know.