You don't want a home and the family you say you just can't live that slow. You like your music loud and you like that swinging crowd. So say goodbye and go cat go.
What a beautiful thought I am thinking concerning the great speckled bird. Remember her name is recorded on the pages of God's holy word. Desiring to lower her standards they watch every move that she makes.
Every triangle has three sides it's true. There's the wife's side the husband's and my side too. What's the difference who's to blame everybody suffers the same.
There'll be a great gathering in the sky when all of God's children get home. We'll join the happy millions as they sing there around the great white throne.
Communication breakdown, fall on your knees. Overloaded system blood will now freeze. My generators working hard, overheats. Twenty tons of hardware, flooding the streets.
The opening of graves an awful sight. Watch morbid villains scream out in fright. The sickening dead nothing but rot. Just corpses of late left and forget.
The twisted flesh, alive or dead. Their veins are flowing with the blood of death. The final act, the last taboo. Yes! It's truth the dead will feast on you.
We shall kill, we shall kill, we shall kill, we shall kill. . Rise god of violence in immortal majesty. The forces of seperatists to arms. Malicious titans and the fear their words can breed.
Let me take you down. Deeper than you know. Reality is gone. Yet so much left to show. Let me take you down. Let us look inside. There is still so much to come.
Out there in the shadows of suburbia. Minds consumed by substance only cold hearts survived. A gathering of mutants in disorder. Way below the surface something is still alive.
(M. Spohn, R. Peinelt, A. Torkler). (from the album "InFormation", 1995). he turns around the key of his Jaguar. and whispers a shallow good bye to his wife.
Guilt and Regret, they are my two inbred brothers. Guilt and Regret. O god how I hate them both from the bottom of my heart. . Guilt and Regret and me wake up into a brand new day.
(music: Tenkula & Sentenced, Lyrics: Lopakka). I have seen my funeral in a thousand dreams. Its beauty.... Now the night descends. and drowns me in this dream once again....
Like roses wither so does hope. as we approach our final fate. A new dawn of man?. Oh no, can't you feel, the End is on it's way.... It's all over said and done, haven't you heard?.
Greed can't wash your filthy hands. Now you know Just where you really stand. Competition. Man against man. Vicious players, Game of life has no plan..
I am the thousand storms (fountain stone?) of the black heart. I am the desert of redemption (redemption). I soar on dead wings of sin. I am freedom with cracked virginity (cracked virginity).
I am allergic to my own tongue. Licking my wounds, end up in Tears. I sweep my teeth in yellow Spit. Rotting Christ before my eyes. I spit in the mouth of the priest -.
Naberg reiste seg, når ved. Mannahemens garden. Økstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke. Dog var er byllepestens plager. . Ingen gjestet frender. Ingen gjestet prest.
(lyrics by Nocturno Culto). Brothers of north, brothers of doom. Ravens has spoke. The attack must begin. The shadows of our warrior souls. will float with infernal speed.
Oh how I dream. Pictures of the ancient times. The executioner awaits on the stage. In the eyes of the mob. Through which the convicted. Are dragged, scorned.