I slept in the fires of Hades. But did not burn. I breathed in sulphorous vapors. To reach the astral plane. . I tamed the three-headed Cerberus. Then devoured his flesh.
Captured in this paradise of light. I can only feel lost. No grief, no pain. How to maintain. This world is no longer mine. A warlord I was, cities we took.
Torches to guide the way. To walk the misty paths. The forest seems like a shelter. On this cold winter night. . A huge fire is reflecting shadows. Of youth and old age.
Tonight the moon is full in the land beyond the forest.. The howling of Wallachian wolves,. a serenade to the dreariest soul.. . I'm alone, within the confines of my barren home bereaved,.
Arise!. Invoke the blasphemous Name. The Lord of Sodom. The God of Cain. Joy to the flesh forever. Joy to the flesh forever. My body is a temple. Wherein all Demons dwell.
[Music & Lyrics : Jesus Christ !]. . a constant itch will remain on your face. you must eat your own head and spit into space. it crawls in your skin and into your spin.
Tahtoisitko tiet totuuden?. M kyll kaiken jo tiedn sen. mit selks takana tapahtuu. eik se kai koskaan esiin tuu. elms ois paljon paremmin. jos joku ois sulle kertonut sen.
I walk in the streets. I see faces and hear voices. Confused eyes. People get rich. People ask for food. Drinks and drugs. Addictions, images and crosses.
I can still watch those eyes. crawling over her dress until. I could show you everything. but I dont have to hear the words. cause I already feel your thoughts.
Beautiful disease. Trying to stop those fleas. Resist complacences. For what you seize. Sinister laughing in back corners of my mind. Provides my sustinence.
I can still watch those eyes. Crawling over her dress until. I could show you everything. But I don't have to hear the words. Cause I already feel your thoughts.
the trait that is still. left on the killing floor for you. that smile as he still. itches for killing more of you. the taste as he still. catches me lasting to it.
No sense of self. To balance it off. Preconceived notions of something. Everyones gone. Will I show up. With all that I have to give. Would you consider it a gift.
Artist: American Head Charge. Song: Self. . No sense of self. To balance it off. . Preconceived notions of something. That everyones gone. . Will I show up.
stink filled spasms. deep in a colostomy bag. I like being trapped inside. the plastics wearing out. red and perfect her legs. spread out in front of me.
In the middle of the forest wild. He's kneeling in front of a pond so wide. Staring into dark and silent waters. He joins the stream taking the hand of other.
When one must overcome. And one must fight for light and some. Came across the power of the sea. Or the blowing of the North-wing.. Then were the times ahead.
My revolution dies. straight from the wound to the soil. Didn't need long enough to be named. Did need long enough to be mourned. . Shadow mirror on the wall.
When it stops when it fades. When the bodies have all hit the ground. I'll be there at a funeral for a friend. . When it's done when it's over. When the buildings have all burned down.
Cut and crossed over, appearing and keeping hold.. Let you see, and touch, before it is struck and taken.. After the first movement, it comes forward..