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Hester Prynne
Your vision of a new life was impure. gave into temptation and threw away what you believed. your immaculate state of mind was only temporary. your faults your flaws got the best of you.
Hyllest
[music: Hauk, Djerv - lyrics: Djerv]. . En lovsang stiger opp til Fader I det hye. Min Herre og min Gud, min klippe og min borg. . [Chorus]. En gang skal jeg n frem til himmelporten.
Hunger And Greed
You want it all, nothing you give. Searchin' for more is why you live. Your goal is to gain you cause others pain. Makes you feel well. It's in your head, a sick belief.
Heavy Ammunition
Whassup?. . Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so. (Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission). Heavy ammunition so I don't have to dip so. (Buck buck buck, rat-tat-tat, I'm on a mission).
Hearts Are Broken
Have you ever felt so alone?. With no place you can call your home. Naked in the pouring rain. And nothing is going to ease your pain. . Chances fading away.
Hate Rush
Freedom with a gunshot wound, you like to take it.. Know what your pay is for, ever tasted?. The pounding breath of war, don't you feel it?. The hatred's turned on you. The hatred's turned on you!.
Hymns Of Conquest
Subversion of the wild and. Wicked ways of the untamed. Legendary providence of breeding warriors. Chests bedecked in metals. Looted from savage lands.
Hereditary Taint
Below cavernous dwellings. Rodents breed. The heirs to secrecy. And deceit. Upon their countenance dwelling. Mark of Cain. The wrath that their lineage bears.
Heirs To Perdition
Union of noble blood. Silent troops that charge. Forwards to die. Countless await their fate. Charge into cities of ruin and death. Sacred flesh, martyred deed.
Hibernation Sickness Complete
Probing a voiceless void. Searching for a closure. Poisoned tentacles from the past. Are tumbling fumbling closet. Mood set. On full scale regret. Peaking an all time low.
Hvila Pa Tronan Min
Natens myrkr lyses op af manens sorghsna skipilse. Ir n marder iagh sitia ir bntan. Min nat, min nat for ebogher iagh sitia ir min diupe skogher. Mier ir mot llibu vaxlius, mier ir mot n drakin.
Hot Child
I've been searching a long time. For a girl just like you. When I saw you, I could tell then. All my dreams had come true. You came a-cruisin' into my life.
Hero By Death
When you think of all the great people that have died. The things they did, the way they lived their lives. Many have gone without knowing their fame.
Heat Sink
Tempered hot, ready or not, you know what I need. White hot steel, gotta be real, gotta forge to feed. Liquid lead my lust unfed, will soon be cold. My love will last within your cast, your body is my mold.
Hard Times - Fast Ladies
Three of you are all alone. On the road long way from home. No one here to. Tell you what to do tonight. You look at us and you think you might. Try us on for size.
Hair Pie
Dessert is my favourite meal, I eat it every day. A dietary supplement that's certain to stay. It's my favourite recipe and it's easy to follow. Can't wait to get a mouthful, bite down and swallow.
Halla Ja Etelätuuli
Lentohiekkaa vaikka silmiini mä saan,. Matkoillani kaukaisuuteen,. Ääriin maan.. Hetkeäkään mä,. Kadu en.. Elämässä hapuillen,. Olen kotonani siellä minne meen..
Human
Temptations Fills My Soul. And Pain Rises From Inside. The Devil Works From Within. Our Sinful Passions Aroused By The Law. I Know That Within. What's Good Is Not At Home.
Hasta El Fin
Grita ms alto. Que todo el mundo pueda oirte. Rompe barreras. Ya nada puede asustarte. . Dime si tu tambin. Ves lo que yo en mi interior. Dime si lo que suena.
Hoppa Hoppa Reiter (requiemmix)
Einundzwanzigstes Kapitel. . Hoch oben am zwielichtigen Erdberg des Totenackers, jenseits des Ringelspielgaus und dort, wo der Kezman mit grauen Argusaugen ber seinen Friedhof wacht, schaukelt ein Hutschpferd achtsam auf und ab. Kezman steht neben der Mhre und birgt eine rote Knute in der Hand. Schnde wackelt er das Schaukelpferdchen in eine ungestme Lebhaftigkeit und redet es wach. Es ist ein Karussellpferdchen, das vormals auf einer Drehscheibe abseits des Totenpfuhls tanzte und nun der feisten Gerte Kezmans hrig scheint. Als das Pferdchen schon davon zu galoppieren droht, singt der Kezman den Werkelmann aus seiner urigen Kiste: "Hoppa, hoppa, Reiter, wenn er fllt, dann schreit er!" Neckisch puppert das Peitschlein des Teufelsboten an der Holzdecke des Spielmanns, der wie wach aus seiner Kiste fhrt, auf das Pferdchen steigt und das schrullige Tierchen mit gezielten Hieben durch den Friedhof jagt. Der Spielmann lenkt den Gaul in Kezmans Pfuhl. Er scheint ungehalten, aber verliebt in den Gestank dieser moderigen Brhe, die das sinkende Pferdchen mit einem grnen Breimantel berzog und im Schlamm des Sumpfes festhielt. "Komm, komm, mein Pferdchen", brabbelt der Werkelmann. Doch der Gaul ersauft und stirbt dem Spielmann weg - zu dieser grillenhaften Stund'!.
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