He's a teaser. He sees fun and nothing less. She was never going to tie him down. When he gave her. Such a pretty orange dress. He was laughing all the....
In the sky. Slowly we are heading for. God's master plan. Decide if you start or done. The holy realm. Soon or later take my heart. No more time to lose before eternity.
would you expect any less from the people at the top?. for the beats, beats that go with losing any war,. taking lives in their hands, stringing all the losers up..
[The meaning is close to 'The Game': help yourself.]. . When you're in trouble. And when you feel pain. You hear it over. And over again. That demon inside you.
We stand tired and tested. Our hearts resurrected. One truth this is what we live and die for. . We fight with conviction. No time for excuses. One life it's our only chance.
Ancestors call. Hear the thunder blast against the gate.. Black arrows fly from atop the fortress, walls covered in flame.. . Pagan sons, may thee be known for braver in war!.
They're coming,. they're soaring they're flying right out of the sky you're hearing. the screams of your comrades and wondering why stare at the skies.
Hear the engines roaring. Hear the grinding steel. Advancing divisions. Behind armored wheels. They're driving through the clouds. They're staggering through the mud.
From the Kuriles, steaming south. To ride the tiger, climb the mount. Undiscovered in misty cold. High stake gamble, the crippling blow. . Hammering guns, armor piercing bombs.
Putrefied to the bone. Necrobiosis undergone. Hypostasis stains your back. Livor mortis is turning black. . Oozing cavities - foul necrosis of the skin.
I am obnoxious. Surgeon of the dead. Demented doctor. Forensic eminence. Postmortem raptor. Plunder in the tombs. With nauseous intentions. Dead bodies I exhume.
You were saying something deep. I was feeling incomplete. You were shaking with conviction. I was making up my mind. . Blacken the sky. It's over. Killed by contradiction.
Legions, upon legions. Roam the roads to nowhere. Street wise ragged with rage. Fucked by society, left outside. The systems cold embrace. Insane, Unsafe, Labelled.
Cut the flesh and worship blood. Rotting carcass fucked. . Strong uncut devour. Necrofetish drugs. Consuming my soul. Putrid gods unfold. . Necrophiliac fetish worm.
Never ending - I'm dying. Before I stay to try. Insinde - outside. Upside and down. Left and right. Before and behind. I prefer to die before the end.
The Order's end is near. Templars flee filled with fear. Heretics, homosexuals and magicians. To be exterminated by the inquisition. The order of Pope and King.
I'm not. I'm not. I'm not. I'm not. Not ready to fall. . No regrets, no dismay, nothing ventured and nothing gained. Never fear the storm of change, don't look back.
We're so disconnected but not misdirected.. They think that we are nothing, but I believe in something more.. . You watch the clock wind down and let the days go by..
Bonded to my breast from birth, milkin me to purify. Nurse your growing hunger for the fluid that will satisfy. . Feel my body swelling, engorged to overflow.