I've got this twisted core. I've got this noose around my neck. That (just) won't let go. I've got this dream. In Which I kill you all. And there is no going back.
I hear their poisonous words again. As they call out for submission and code. "To be less than one and drown equals pride" they say. These were the voices that destroyed us.
Circling high above the earth. Drew a letter thought a spear. Forgot the yearnings. And left myself. . Broken through the silk skin. That separates the times.
The battle's now past. The war of all was within itself. . Painfully sleeping. . All hail the fallen. The time is now for the king to tell. . The battle's now past.
Waves are cutting like a knife of time. On the slippery rocks that still stands besides the. shore. Two eyes are eyeing the seas. Towards the seas that once brought his ancestors.
The Juggler stares. To quench the thirst. Upon the brow. Within the hand. It cracks and seeps. The seer weeps. . In flickering light. The wounds are served.
I no longer struggle. No longer see. Nothing remains, burning anxiety. Darkness came forth. Gave birth to me. Certain death is all I see. . I see you weep.
Lyrics by Grutle Kjellson 1996. A war ruled in ancient times. Between the holy races, the vanirs and the Ases. When peace came, the deities united. >From a bowl filled with spit rose Kvasir.
[The fool:]. "Fear not dear kinsmen, cause you. Saviour I am. I'll bring back our glory. And wisdom Achieve I'm searching the. Old path to bring back the elder".
To war, let the havoc be revenged. March against the lords of perdition. Live, breathe. . Persecute the ones. That left to persecute your soul. Crush the scepters of the kings.
Kicking dust up, I'm wearing out my shoes. I can't make my mind up; I've got too much to lose. I'm old enough to leave home. But way too young to know what I should do.
Heart, my boys got heart. He's got a fearless way and he's all that I'm not. Dreams, I'm a girl with dreams. I got a book full of songs and he's coming with me.
I've spent. twenty-two years in this zoo of broken faces.. Parents, and school children watch me sit on this neon nest, naked.. . There's a girl in a cage,.
Butter. Butter and babies. this shack's distinct aroma.. Sugar, I'd come over. but it's very hard to hump in front of your children.. They're horrific..
When I awoke I lay tied to a foreign bed.. Inside a house sown out of human flesh.. A palace of skin graft architecture.. Oh desolation! I can't stand to fuck these walls..
My heart is a black haunted loom,. Weaving jackets for children who'll never be born.. My hands are abandoned factories. Manufacturing heartbreak and hate for the world..
Yeah, through the screen door your thoughts are quarantined,. Yeah, by the way you smell I can tell that you're fifteen.. Yeah, my name is Denver Max, I eat heart attacks..
NARRATOR. THERE'S A FULL MOON SHINING. AND A JOKER IN THE PACK. THE DEALER'S DEALT THE CARDS,. AND HE WON'T TAKE THEM BACK. THERE'S A BLACK CAT STALKING.
I spent seventeen nights in the city,. watching the horizon beckon for a buck knife. to bludgeon it's belly, to end the pregnancy.. I've spent seventeen nights in the city,.
MRS JOHNSTONE. MICKEY. DON'T SHOOT EDDIE. HE'S YOUR. BROTHER. YOU HAD A TWIN BROTHER. I COULDN'T. AFFORD TO KEEP BOTH OF YOU. HIS MOTHER. COULDN'T HAVE KIDS. I AGREED TO GIVE ONE OF YOU AWAY!.