Mechanical Landscape

[Words: W. Sssenbeck / Music: Bhm, Pichlbauer, Koritar]. . AZAGTHOTHS SOUL DWELLS IN YOG-SOGGOTH. HE SHALL BECKON UPON THE OLD ONES. . FOUL AND FORMLESS.

Moping Carol

Oh grief, oh pain, delivering me to hopelessness,. oh selfabsorbing perverse lust that turns me on this hell to bless. this rigid life of disincentive I've begun.

Mortal Sin

Play the drums of heaven, flee from here to a remote land. The scourge of your people threatens to destroy the man. When the swords plunge into your souls, you will rest in peace.

Mistery Of Goddess

You were forced to live in secret. You fled from awful fear. Always hold it to your ear. And the labrys caressing your hands. . With pain and sorrow the fight starts.

Mist In The Twilight

Memories

This goddamn life. This endless time. Is writing into my eyes. Learn to forget. Living in calm day by day. My days. . Why am I afraid of sunny light?.

Maid Of Orleans

I was born in France, called the "Maid of Orleans". Led by the voices of the Saints. I went to the Court dressed in men's clothes. To save my people from the yoke.

Magic Land

In the wood while elves their instruments play. Sing about (a) place far away. On the black hill when the dwarfs carve the stone. Tell about the wizard's home.

Mhm A-ha O Yeah Da-da

I see all these people. that are looking for pleasure. while the other folks try to survive. money and the profit. became the only measure. just to grab some more they will fight.

My 1st Time

[Violent J:]. . The first time, I didn't even feel guilty. Never washed off, stayed bloody and filthy. Just laid there next to the kid all night. Kind of soaking it all in, and feeling alright.

Myth

For lifetimes pantomime. transformed into a parade of mountains. deliverd from the golden doctrined. allowed to bleed .... .. bleed to MYTH..

My Repertory Of Grey

Rearing the lool from the sun. I would never know the latest. day I woke up in the cold broke. that I promised, fading away, my light.. Tell me, my repertory, if this will last.

Mission

I am the medium to treasure that pulsate in your desire. among the dead and the alive my regency swells at your side. I give love. I give blood. I shall become one with god in your.

Medina's Spell (valley Of The Seventh Mystique)

Raise your breath, crypts of Medina.. . Towards the realm of ritual. Leaded by the grief. The faith in spiritualism. Possesses your belief.. . The master won't remit your sins.

Mechanismeffects

- An Erotic Ethic Error Portrait -. I gave you to my desert. 'said ya' might be lost but not alone. I sold you to my prototype. propensity to scorn is mine to show, guess what?!.

My Dying Pathway

Drunk the tears from. The darkest light. Ancient sigh of the vanish hopes. Drunk from wound. Of a crying bowel. Smeared by bloody. Torment's agony. . Sneers my heart demised.

Mashas Song

Multiplication

When you see a gentleman bee. Round a lady bee buzzin'. Just count to ten then count again. There's sure to be an even dozen. . Multiplication. That's the name of the game.

Mack The Knife

Oh, the shark, babe, has such teeth, dear. And it shows them pearly white. Just a jackknife has old MacHeath, babe. And he keeps it, ah, out of sight.

Mr. Naughty

He's not afraid to get drunk fall down on his face. But he still knows that he's easily replaced. When he turns 40 in 6 more fucking years. He'll still be snortin coke and drinkin' beers.