Som en vldig komet kom du mot mig som en bomb slog du ner i mitt liv. Ditt ord var lag och jag lydde frstod frsent min krlek var blind. Jag blev lmnad frtvivlad och srad.
I could hear you screaming. Heard you cry in pain. But I thought you were dreaming. Are you going insane?. . House of pain. Welcome to the house of pain.
Lost in the shadows, gaze into the void. Feeding the bastards, rebirth or destroy. . Hours of darkness. Turn on the night. Awaken ebony. Begin twilight.
Summoning the Hounds of Hell. To do my deadly deeds. In the magic pentagram. I plant satanic seeds. Summing forth the elements. Lightning, thunder and rain.
Hellchild. Demon of delights you won't fight. Hellchild. Tonights the night tonight. I walk the streets of darkness. Indulgence in the air. To late to save the few.
Hellbent. . Seek him here seek him on the highway never knowing when he'll appear. All await engine's ticking over hear the roar as they sense the fear.
Seek him here seek him on the highway. Never knowing when he'll appear. All await engine's ticking over. Hear the roar as they sense the fear. . Wheels a glint of steel and a flash of light.
Oh, ha, ha, ha. . You think your soul is nice. You've lived in paradise. So now you take the stand. You want to hold your Masters hand. . You think your soul is free.
Harmony dies. . Demons calling to hell. Wise ways you cannot sell. Praying fools light their ways. Night descends shrouds the day. . Unveil the hysterskies.
You thought we'd lost it all. You thought we'd given up the fight. Well, now we're back to prove you wrong. It's time to open up your eyes, hell yeah.
Some of my favorite colors in the world. Beat against my eyelids with the blues of green hummingbirds. Some of my favorite colors in the world. Beat against my eyelids with the reds of pink hummingbirds.
Wading in a sea of lilacs. Praise you in a shroud of violets. Dew is resting on my eyelids. God is smiling now. . Wading in a sea of lilacs. Praise you in a shroud of violets.
De-rail the counselors. of their self-pleasure. to a bleak hot end.. Hear screams of joy. from the upward skies.. Listen for clocks. ticking lettered scales,.
[Music / Lyrics by Fredrik Ohlsson]. . Watching. From a static view. One password. Enter, and proceed. . Pale light. Burns my starring eyes. I'm inside.
quiet twilight side street, Amsterdam. suddenly a lonesome engine drone. the boys with the blue lights want out in the red. they long to hear the sirens turn them on.
[Originally by Yardbirds]. . Sick at heart and lonely,. deep in dark despair.. Thinking one thought only. where is she tell me where.. And if she says to you.
how can you ask me that. how can you even consider it. from where i stand, i know you don't. i know there's a million guys out there. and i'm deeply flattered.
The sweetest symptoms of stupidity are lies. embed themselves in crevices behind your eyes. Half awake you'd stagger twenty flights a night. to hurl yourself headlong from heavens lofty heights.
Can't breath, Can't talk. Can't make sense at all. You twitch, I watch. The barriers fall. Breath my name in contempt. hold my eyes in your hands. Frozen as you cry the words.
i steal the night, i hope the live. i watch you die, i won't deny. i pull the leg, i copulate. you know the time is waiting. from the start, until the end.