Well I ain't sure but I've been told. He's baking cakes inside our souls. Stayed awake, took a nap. Got myself my bottles back. I'm breaking down out on the street.
I've got it all most. I've got it all almost all figured out. But always when I get there. Always when I get there all the pieces they just fall apart.
Well I ain't sure but I've been told. He's baking cakes inside our souls. Stayed awake, took a nap. Got myself my bottles back. I'm breaking down out on the street.
i wrote this song for you. i gave you all i knew how to. . i kept you in my mind and... i just need you to listen. . i miss you every day. nothing is ever the same,.
What is this game we play with broken hearts and tears?. Been played by young and old for oh so many years,. Can you tell me honestly you've never been a pawn?.
A shotgun up against my eye. They're kicking my door in. Why this time. I thought they had theirs and I had mine. . Lights going on and off. Sirens blazing.
Your life passes you by, I live, you die.. The arena is mine, I live, you die.. . Entry of the gladiators, 264 B.C.. The emperors and nobles have made a pawn of me..
Det garr en vei over fjellar. Inn I de dype skogers favn. Garder her led grusom skjebne. Ved likbaal sorget mang ca ravn. . Pesten trod den Norske mark.
Face of the goat in the mirror. Eyes burn like (an) October sunrise. As once they gazed upon the hillside. Searching for the memories. . In the shadow of the horns.
Three inch health. Population copulation. Twice bitten. Lay down the law. . It's great to see. I've become what you hate. I grow. Information wants to be syndicated.
Burn the crucifix.. Cremate the sould of the Virginborn. Freeze the shadow of ashes and let. it float away by the Thunder listener's. intense eyelash movements under their.
["The Dance of Eternal Shadows" on "Under a Funeral Moon"]. Lover of all. face the Apocolypse. you fade away under the black rain. and flowers remain.
Sinking deeper into the fabric. Investing more in the movement. Facing east. Skin 'em alive. . Scar tissued shadows. Grease factories for weapons. . Black Metal is the devil's fuel.
Dreary bitter soulsets. Life runs painfully gray down the walls of time. Clenching onto the void. Laming intense shivering terror. . Evilution of the mind.
Dreary bitter soul sets. Life runs painfully gray down the walls of time. Clenching onto the void. Laming intense shivering terror. . Evolution of the mind.
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe,. Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned.. Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned,. for ingen kunne vite - hrorhen hengingen fant sted.
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe,. Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned.. Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned,. for ingen kunne vite - hrorhen hengingen fant sted.