It's just a matter of attitude. What I'm going to talk about. You may not believe it. But you have the right to doubt. . You think you are a made man.
Diving in and diving out. Between the past. I lose myself to find. Somewhere a path. . Giving the best of me. I fall so blind. Living my memories. On present hides.
One Thou, the Risen One, Insurgent Mage. Who shook the power of gods. All that you've done, eternal rage It justifies unholy thoughts. You fight alone - Young Gods are foes.
You move around in circles but I never saw you in the circle pit. Stand back admit that you will never commit. To the scene that you and your friends ripped into shit.
This part goes out to people like you who knew that this could come through.. It's so hard to explain the strength of the chain that binds us. We keep this.
It's war - crushed in the sacred door. It's war - demons enter the holy hall. It's war - and angels from heaven fall. It's war - victory for the subterra lord.
I was born in the shadows of darkness. I was born in a blackened chasm. I was born by an angel. :the angel of hell!!. Am I the son of Satan. Am I the source of evil.
Visions, that I never have seen before. Illusions, that I never have illustrated before.. Anger, that I never have felt before.. A night; that I never have touched before!.
Type by Phil Smith. Source http://www.ragingspeedhorn.co.uk. . Now its all over. Kill Iron Cobra. . Now you take it. Now you fucking hate me. Fuck the evil inside.
everything inside my house is broke. the stove don't work. my window is cracked. it's all fucked up. a hall of broken mirrors. path of broken glass. everything inside my house is black.
like some girl in a snuff video. with a chord around her neck. and her veins full of blow. she's dancing like she doesn't know. that she's hanging in the morgue with industrial.
I.D.O.N.T.G.I.V.E.A.F.U.C.K.. . I want to go out dancing but they will not let me go. Throw my hands up in the air and stomp my feet upon the floor. but these obligations, obligations, weighing down on me.
i will bring you the truth. it's 1917 all over again. about a bloody revolution that's about to begin. i got my torch and pitch fork. got the day off work.
I just can't take it anymore. Knees and hands bolted to the floor. The smoke is coming down on me. Will I just suffocate or be. . The room now empty as I see.
Committing To Sound. What Words Cannot Express. What Lies Connot Divert. And Rip Into Shreds. . Living Snapshots Of Events. A Violent Maze Of Lies. Like Shadows Standing Still.
ON stworzyl to. I na tym dzielo zakonczyl. ON wprawil w ruch. Kola machiny dziejow. . Wojny, susze, glod. Cierpienie i choroby. Jak slepcy po omacku. Szukamy drogi.
One belief that gave rise to a nation. Etched in our history. A future carved in stone. . Foundation of what was. Yet to come to light. A people reduced to slaves.
One belief that gave rise to a nation. Etched in our history. Our future carved in stone. . Foundation of what was. Yet to come to light. A people reduced to slaves.
[by Schirenc]. . Distorted spine. Swollen face. When you walk. You're a big disgrace. Repulsive man. Are you evil. The people kill you. And they think it's right.