God bled, I'm beating up myself and. I'm wearing out myself. To succeed in this game. Scarred and bruised. . I won't let up. Nothing you say can tear me down.
Screams and moans and bats and bones. Teenage monsters in haunted homes. The ghosts on the stair. The vampires bite. Better beware, there's a full moon tonight.
I stand alone now. In this ruined world. Desolation was caused. By futile wars. For those who fought. Are all dead and gone. Though constant battle. Has made me so very strong.
Now I don't know if this is something to be concerned of, but I've got these ideas of murder.. I keep hearing these voices in my head and I keep checking for monsters under my bed..
Dead saints, shallow believers, all fakes the best deceivers no love for the broken hearted just a broken road for the dear and departed.. Dead saints, shallow believers, all fakes the best deceivers no love for the broken hearted just a broken road for the dear and departed..
(J. Hall). This battle I fight all alone. No one to help, no one for my own. Playing mind games with myself. I'm still fighting all alone. It leads to a place.
(J. Hall/K. Holz). Self-destruction enters the sky. All beings are going to die. Pandemonium carries out. Hurry up, scream and shout. Self-destruction is on its way.
You stared too long into the sun. Forgot the rest of the sky. Don't let the gambler lead you astray. The truth is slipping further away. . Take a good look up to the sky.
Look in consternation as storms tear up the sea. Raging down upon us with greatest might. Gathering the power from above the clouds. Blackening the sun away from sight.
En man han tjnt herr lagers grd. I sommar, vinter r fr r.. Sg mig, vem srjer nu fr dig?. . Fr slit och slp under himmel gr. Han blott sitt brd som lning fr..
Reaper and the hangman. together hand in hand.. Their hungry eyes are prowling. across this our virgin land.. . Monger and the black sheep. bonded in heresy..
Late at night, you hear the footsteps behind you. Is it just imagination, or the devil in disguise?. Deeper in the darkness, don't know what you're getting into.
A new age dawns before my eyes, I can feel the ars divine. With the sun above we'll build our holy land. What a sight to see a future yet to come. Now we become as one with the feeling of heaven.
Living nighttime, a girl in the dark. Child in misery a child with a sorrowheart. Like whispering words. Summer sadness called her blood. Where all cold and dark unite.
At night you dream of its cutting edge. Awake to see as your blood runs red. Living to die, life flowing out of your vein. . At night you dream of its cutting edge.
Through the land we rage like thunder. With swords of steel we come we conquer. Caring not shall we rise or fall. Pure in hearts as we follow his call.
At night and every day. I wonder what her mind could tell. We play our own forbidden game. I'm a hunter and she is my prey. . At night and every day. I wonder what her mind could tell.
Written by Nate Wallace. . The human race is still immature. Taking beauty & making unpure. It's not just the fault of the perverts & freaks you also must blame the pastors & priest. All of their sermons & people repressed now sexuality becoming a mess. Violence for all & giving for free your divine ticket is your TV. So spread your legs & take it up the ass from propaganda fed to the mass. It's one little drop of blood today. One more tax we have to pay. One more right taken away. Actions mean more than the the words that I say. Freedom to protray hypocrisy is the only thing ever given to me brothers & sisters can't you see? It's time to fight back it's time to be free..
You feel the need. To draw your lines in your box of sand. Condescend on me. Just who are you supposed to be. There's no one out there as fucked as you.
He's building a mountain for you. You're so filled with your self,. Never wrong always right. . Always the winner in your own little world,. Fantastic, Always on top.