The decorations are drab. It's dirty and it smells. You don't have to be mad to work here. But it helps. . The temptation to fail. Would make a boots bunny cry.
(Kim Carnes, Greg Barnhill). Everyday seems I turn another page. And it feels like the heartache fades a little more away. Look in the mirror and I like what I see.
Look ma, top of the world. He'd started talking to himself. His ma was dead. The first sign of madness, talking to yourself. . Alarm bells should have.
It's a long, long road, baby, I'll walk it.. It's a mountain high, baby, I'll cross it.. It's a deep blue sky, you know, I'll jump out in it.. There's nothin' I would not do for you, there's no limit..
I'm looking at you in the candlelight. I whisper softly in your ear. Feels like the stars are lining up tonight. I'm gonna hold you tenderly. Pull you close and.
I wish I was a little more clear headed. so I could paste the pieces of last night. I try not to regret it. sifting through the laughter and the lies.
If you get out in the drivin' rain. Stand in the eye of the hurricane. And never think twice. If you turn your back on selfishness. Cause your thougts are for someone else.
If I knew the way. Then I would show you. But I don't know the way. I don't know the way. I don't know the way. So how can I help us. I love you baby.
Sky turned black and burning fast. Clouds drowned out with blood. Engulfed, enraged, in pain. We join hands join scars with earth. . Skipped the flesh and drowned with death.
The self-mutilation. Necrosis of the soul. Dark is the shadows of life. Hot as Hell. . You take the matters into your own hands. From now on it's downhill.
[R.Nattefrost '94]. . Come death. before it slips through my hands.. . Like long-drawn echoes merging far away. to a deep and pounding harmony.. Vast as the night and as vast as light..
Evil surrounds you, channelling hell. Through the seal.... The only answer lies within. Beholder of all sorrow. The root of damnation, eternal dedication.
[J. Nordavind '95]. . From the thunder and the storm. Another winter has sneaked upon me again.. There's something strange going on here. on these great cold coastals lines..
Come on dead man. You have slit your wrist. Bow down dead man. And slit your wrist again. Cut!!! Cut!!!. . Razorblade baby. Kill yourself girl. You Christian women.
Eternally sounds the mighty waves. A Triton's hymn round a rock strewn grave. The passing sigh for the bones that moulder. Over the Nordic Black Sea, where the winds blew colder.
He lives in a old house on the hill. This elderly man of dark secrets. Haunted by the memories decades ago. Which shaped this man throughout his life.
[J. Nordavind '92]. . The night is cold and brilliantly clear.. Peak after peak of glorius ice mountains. rose into the dome of the darkened skies.. Jagged crystal teeth queezed between.
Covered in ice cold Norwegian hills. From the mouth of silver mountain. And from my world, I consider you as dead. . I am born of evil and of sin. Ive always walked unholy paths.
[Music by Nordavind '91]. . Once upon a midnight dreary. while I pondered, weak and weary. over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore-.....
The cold hands were yours. The stiff face was yours. But you were not there. The eyes were yours, but they were closed. And would not open. The rays of the distant sun were there.