Na prisernych paprscich vodnich krystalu. mrazivou vienou noci kmitaji ohni. pomale a tiche jazyky plamenu. doutnajici zkazonosna Vule.. Vjdyj sami sobi jsme symbolem spasy.
(dedicated to A.S.La Vey). . Dvakrat tisic let pykame za nico, co jsem nikdy neprovedli,. dvakrat tisic let trpime za nikoho, koho jsme nikdy nevidili..
Good morning!. Oh my, little shiny thing. Gets me in the morning. . Bringing me round. From the deepest sleep. Wakin' me up. And layin' me down. . When I was just a little boy.
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.
Walking down the street. I can feel the tension. Everybody on me. Like I'm some kinda suspect. It's gotten me to thinkin'. Life's some kinda survival.
here's a song from deep in the hole. here's a song from deep in the hole. la la la la la la la la la. something for free something for you. something for me from out of the blue.
I'm moving one day to a perfect place. Where pain can't follow me. When I arrive home with loved ones around the throne. What a happy reunion that will be.
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,.
if you've found your way o.k.. there is one thing left to say. i would love to hear your pretty voice just singing choruses. time has done all it can do tearing parts of me and you.
I have walked this road before. So hard to find unopened doors. Lost my way but I have to stay for a while. I'll be searching for more. . And my wounds are real.
Opsano z jeho fasady:. Ach, ja ubozak, tim sirym bloudim svetem,. wzdyt rodna nase otcina svym chleba neda detem.. Nade wsechno bohatstwi, nade wsechny statky,.
chant necromonicus:. spirit of the planet of time. spirit of the wandering waste. the last city of the sky. the gates of the secrets of time. spirit of the wandering waste.
She put a spell on him. She had his heart in her hand. And when she squeezed a little bit too hard. She tore the boy to pieces. . Looked into the mirror I was hypnotized.
Calling Dr. Carrion. Our hearts are in our mouths. Traffic's moving much too fast. We can't move north or south. . Calling Dr. Carrion. Calling Dr. Carrion.
[Opsano z jeho fasady:]. Ach, ja ubozak, tim sirym bloudim svetem,. wzdyt rodna nase otcina svym chleba neda detem.. Nade wsechno bohatstwi, nade wsechny statky,.
The milk is sour and the words profound. The babes in the woods are all cowlic bound. Dreams are nixed. Blessings are mixed. And the road to the slaughterhouse.
I do not wish to worry much. your hearing, gentlemen,. when it is necessary to have a drink. and pay off the debt to one's thirst.. But allow me only to say.