The old bum - over there - holds a sign saying. The only way for you to live - never stop trying. A little boy - hands a note - over to me. The message there - on that note - is simple and clear.
I'm a member of the motley crew. Pleasing the rich and kings. When I make 'em laugh. Nobody even cares. What's inside my mind. Don't seem to get what I'm looking for.
It was the time we cried for justice loud. We did and felt so proud. Then they start to cut the moral out. Allright, we have allowed. And they start to sort the people out.
In this night it happened I. Woke up early, I don't know why. The world drowned an an ominous. Silence, in a nervous rest. And I climbed up the old stairs.
When you'll come back home again. Weary from the fight. I will nurse your wounds and I'll. release you from your weights. You must be hungry and. There's blood upon your hands.
Among the crowds I stand. Taunting and cheering. The Shaman point his hand. I am the one the Gods want. The Gods have been angered. Tormenting the land.
The smell of a carcass hangs in the air. I wait for the putrid scent to reach my nostrils. So I can vomit yet again. . We'll rot together in this hole.
My dogma. A trait of this war. Leads to an endless oblivion. I can't see beyond this fixation. As it gouged my eyes out. . I'll fall. But never hit the ground.
The sheep are all alone like disciples. Waiting to be led into a shallow grave. United in tragedy. Their mouths gasp the pollution. . Inhaling the concept of a new tyrant.
A night on the town ? time begins. Me and my friends are living in sin. Finding a slut ... picking her up. First we get stoned now we get fucked. . Sucks me -.
When I was young just five years old. My mother told me to believe in God. All these years I never could forget. Should have realized it was bullshit.
Rape, sodomy and torture. The devil made me do it -. . Cut, stab, kill, fuck her corpse. The devil made me do it -. . It is an easy excuse. For my brutal crimes.
A classical operetta of three acts.. The liberetto was written by Mr. Scantisek Storm.. Music by Master's Hammer,. a promenade although also a chamber orchestra..
[Satrapold:]. Ten dvanacterak zmizel w housti,. tez soudruhy swe newidim. at odwaha me neopousti. toz na roh lesni zatroubim:. Jen ozwena mi z hloubi zni.
In the morning Satrapold calls Blether, the head groom of the castle's. stables, and tells him to saddle up a new horse. The same day the two. of them are going to go to Spiritus' inn., the occultist' nest; they.
Satrapold:. Ten dvanacterak zmizel w housti, tez soudruhy swe newidim. at odwaha me neopousti toz na roh lesni zatroubim:. Jen ozwena mi z hloubi zni a pode mnou muj or,.
Out in the rain - I stumble in the muddy darkness. Lonely shadow chasing me. Going insane - Looking for a deeper meaning. Will my heart know what is real.
Sending a message to man. I am the sound of the road. Moving with darkness to my home. Searching for reasons to grow. Cynical creatures of coldness. I am the master of soul.