SPEAK THE WORD of the Winds. Search the Path of the Screaming. Empty Expressions of Sorrow. Detesting your own Sanity. . Devotion, a Quest for Rationality.
[Text by Tony Abrahamsen]. [Music by Mactatus]. . I am the voice. . Midnight shimmering. Why can't you just open your mind. I'm tired of listening to the screams.
[Text by Hate Rodvitnesson]. [Music by Mactatus]. . Jeg snn av torden som vandrer blant alver of troll. Hersker over denne skog. Der hvor intet menneske har satt sitt spor.
Murder-. Annihilation of eg slaughter-. crushing once constraint torture-add to suicidal instinct. worshipnig the path of death reshape the day of reckonig forwarding to kill be reborn as a.
Saturday Night! (Come on now). Saturday Night!. We're gonna have a good time. Gonna let our hair down. Saturday Night!. . Monday morning at the break of dawn.
Every day I watch you. Out there in the light. Every day I see you. With your beautiful life. Doing all the things. I want to. Doing all the things. I dreamed I do.
I got a friend in Jesus, he's got a friend in me. He's a bit hung up on god, but we've agreed to disagree. Sometimes when I'm feeling frisky, call you up at home.
Remove the roadblocks that hold you back. Create prosperity and success in your life. Develop better business skills and become a successful achiever.
Smooth sexy monkey. Smooth sexy monkey. Get it up. Get it up. Smooth sexy monkey. Smooth sexy monkey. Get it up. Get it up. Get it up.
Every time I see you smile. I forget what it was that I had to file. Under what it was I had to say. . Hang on, let's start again.... . Every time I see you smile.
Now he's sick with the taste of.... . The sound of airbrakes sends a shiver down my spine. Those gilded ladies on the mudflap slide. I'm workin' bug-eyed on the late shift.
Hay una chica de mi vecindario. que hoy es el centro de los comentarios.. De ella se habla por ms de una cosa. y de verdad que se hizo famosa.. Gusta de la noche y las compaas.
Weez a leavin Chicago for a sex and violence. Weez a leavin Chicago singin "Why the hell not try it". And I got my MoMo, and She's got the wheel. And if the cigarettes don't kill me then the whiskey will.
I am Sam; Sam I am. I would not like green eggs and ham. I am Sam; Son of Sam. With my 44 in hand. . You're gonna be dead when I shoot you in the head.
(Charles Whitman). He killed his wife and mother, then packed up his supplies. Like food and guns and ammo, and went out taking lives.. At the school observatory, he went to the top.
Slaughter thy poser I=B9m tracking him down.. Pushing him into the ground.. =2E.....stomp on there head. All posers should be dead. =2E...and gleaming and enjoying his pain..
(Christopher Peterson). Halloween, this is no trick or treat.. When I squeeze the trigger, I'll make you look like swiss cheese.. Shotgun peterson.. Took his scattergun..
I'll thrill you; I'll kill you; cut your heart out. Then I'll dismember your body parts. I'll break in your house late at night. My smiling face is your final sight.