Kup se perkusj. Kup se gitar. wcz se mikrofon. czadzimy, stary. To prosty rytm. lecimy rwno. nagrajmy to. co z tego... e gwno?. Byle do przodu. co robisz stary?.
[based on Stephen King`s The Dark Tower Book series]. . The man in black fled across the desert. And the Gunslinger followed. . On the quest for his lost soul.
The dungeons are calling our names,. inviting us to a masquerade in the flames,. once again lust will spread its wings. and carry us through the northern winds..
Your womb always bled the sweetest of blood. Let me taste it, let me smell your inner lust. Leaving bloody marks of my dried out lips. All around your vagina, down on your hips.
As I wander through the night. In shelter of the nocturnal sphere. Full moon shines on my pale skin. Surrounded by the Immortal's screams. . Virgin of the night.
If you could see through my dreams. And if you would fear my fears. Would you stand by me?. Would you sweep my tears?. . Follow me into my darkest realms.
My days are grey like dead snow. A fire's burning in my soul. Why sould I kneel lying in pain. My death is real this day. . In solitude I could not tell.
Like cattle to the slaughter. He lures them to their death. Morbid thoughts fill twisted mind. A crave for tearing flesh. . Friendly face, a lollipop.
[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven]. . Reflected on the iris, A tale each stiff reveals. Numbing - depresonalisation. Surgical doctrines transmute to malevolance.
[Music: Bart, Lyrics: Sven]. . My name is Ted, indifferent to laws I strangle and maim women. January 4, ramming the betrod into her her cattered vagina.
[Music: D.Linden / Ablaze My Sorrow]. [Lyrics: K.Lonnsjo]. . Divine warmachine, terror on wheels of steel. Engine roaring like thunder on the field. Is it Hell? Is it Eden?.
Without noticing the pouring rain. I sliced my wrist with my knife. I couldn't ignore the endless pain. The last thing in my dreary life. . "Dark clouds filled the open sky.
On my black horse I ride. Towards the end of time. By the christians you were sentenced and died. Burned at the stake to redeem your crime. . As the autumn leaf in the purling rill.
When you look in the mirror,. Does the image you see reflect the latest fashion?. May the victors' validity be measured?. By who has the longest 'hawks?.
Scanning the crowd for a beauty. My vision's prepared by my lust. my senses are searching for signs. the only thing that I can trust. The scent of musk fills my nose.
Living in blind superstition. fearing malignant unknown. former believe old tradition. faces behind the mask. tribute to natures renewal. wishing for better times.
ITS OK, I KNOW THEY MADE YOU. ITS NOT YOUR FAULT BUT IM CONFUSED ALL THE SAME. BACK THEN, ALL I WANTED. WAS THE TIME TO SHINE BUT THEY HELD YOUR EYES.