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The witches brew a pot of hate. With lizard, bat and man. With a smile they laugh their spells. And stir with wretched hand. . Calling demon blasphemy.
Feel the dirt beneath my fingers. Taste the soil inside my mouth. Muscles screaming, soundless cries. Silent staring, a thousand eyes. . Blood is pumping through my veins.
Naked cross - flesh deserving. Gain from loss - undettering. Feamle lust - crowd applauding. In we trust - love marauding. . Disbeliever - disbeliever.
Die hard. . Satan, father, help me from this grave. Demons, warriors, ever be my slaves. I can't reason with men and mortal fools. They will die hard, hear the golden rule.
I write these words as witness to the crime. You throw them back and say the crime is mine. I balance life and death, now you deny. I read these words aloud and watch you die.
Old man death sits all alone. In quiet contemplation. Picking at his blackened nails. Waiting for his next victim. Watching as your life force drains.
I lust a princess - A crystal queen. Virginal whiteness is all that I dream. My magic snow - Show me your real. To make a contact - I'm dying to feel.
Death throes the seeds of lightning, thunder cast in rain. Castrate humanity the woman smells the game. Complete in time, intact and weave another year.
At night the corpses rise. And leave a srench of rotten life. Eagerly the stagger forth. To find a friend to gripe. Copulating in the grounds. Of their eternal home.
Million watts of music hell. Screaming legions black metal. Give it up with all you've got. Here we come ready or not. . Deafening volume in power and black.
In the darkness of the alley. Speaks the silence of the grave. But the eyes of my spirit. See the shades that seek the brave. . The demons haunt the innocence.
The world keeps turning 'round and 'round. But I'm still standing still, I'm a human ball bearing. Nothing moves me anymore, stuck in my own rifling. I feel part of the machine, still duno what I'm waiting for.
There's something wrong. with Rosabella. She's in a rut. and the grass ain't doing her good. The only problem is. she's overcome with sorrow. But it might be better tomorrow.
I always thought punk was 'bout being fun. but there's way, way too much hate. I saw Dana & Talle being beaten up. just 'cause they cannot skate. . Why should I be afraid of being bullied ?.
Imprisoned in perfume. I smell her in my blanket when I'm sleeping. Strange how they hurt you. stinging memories they break your heart. And it's gone so fast.
Went too fast I'm out of luck and I don't even give a fuck. . I wanna be your man child, let's all go it hog-wild. She said, "I'll see you later," I always gravitate to her.
Went too fast I'm out of luck and I don't even give a fuck. . I wanna be your man child. Let's all go it hog wild. She said I'll see you later. I always gravitate to her.
Can't stop thinkin' musta been trippin' this evening. My mind is racing demons and all of my feelings are numb. . Yeah and when I roll with my head in the wind.
fucking lie, your fucking lie. you'll fucking die, now fucking die. it's your state, your state, your physical. your mental state. your state, your physical, your mental state.