En sigende tke. hang i slrete strimler. langs bergveggens kam. Et de frostrike l. for mine bare ftter. spir av is, is av livets kilde. . Langt borte, bakom fjerne skrik.
A thousand deaths I've seen, my mind is scarred beyond repair. . Don't really care if I survive this life of mental despair. . Lies, lies, see the madness in their eyes.
Called in sick to work today. I couldn't have gotten the damn thing done anyhow. I made myself some coffee and. I listened to the rain rattle the leaves, yeah.
I remember second grade. We were up 3 to 1 in the second half. Timmy tripped some kid. His mom got so mad. She ran out on the field and kneed that referee in the balls.
The day of insanityextending like a dream, the outcast of any tribe is king. Generations drowned in self-indulgence and deceit, mass suicide the liberating end.
Holy man the liar, the madman and his call. Out on a crusade fishing for lost souls. Slimy holy snake selling false faith. Inject his lethal venom into weakened minds.
[Music & Lyrics by Kristoffer Austrheim]. . We who run from the presence of the sun. By the voived bitter gleam chasing darkness like a dream. All with weary tasks fordone 'scape the serpents tounge.
So, goin' down the Amazon in a red brick boat, uh.. Lookin' for some secret treasurehot with malaria. And I've got that map upside-down. Well, north, south, east, west, "X" still marks that spot.
We who run. from the presence of the sun. By the voided bitter gleam. chasing darkness like a dream. All with weary tasks fordone. 'scape the serpents tounge.
Inherit the nightmares - can't put them to sleep. Rainstorm of chaos awaiting release. Speaking the truth - considered a crime. A world with murder on it's mind.
There's a kind of music that reminds me of you. It's all clear expensive drinks and shiny shirts. And the click of heels as they descend from the taxi.
The gate your portal to life. Falter and grows weak. Your sense of reality somewhat distorted. Morbidity your sanity suffers. In your escape from the truth.
.. og skyggen faller s tykk. s tykk. som en ravn over ensomme der. som disige fossestryk,. skummende, hvesende.. Faller til ro i dype tjern. og kulper i skogen.
I dunno what brings you 'round again. I dunno what sends you on your way again, it's not for me to say. there's a bright light right around the bend. see it bathe us both in that fluorescent glow, so monstrous and final.
I'm gonna be cruel to you. Cruel like the fire in our wicked eyes. I'm gonna be cruel to you. Cruel like the fire in our wicked eyes. . Be my guest in our cruelty.
I don't want to win I don't want to make them pay. I just to go my own way my own speed. The things you offer I don't want nor need. I don't want to fight I don't want to hear you talk.
Nr breen gror i Norges dype sr. og vinteren med sin kulde den rr. Da skal jeg atter heve sverd. Ensom, tidls ferd. En grav skal bli for hver av dem. dekket av sn og is.
Playing for the bleachers now. Letting them beat you and showing them how. Dangling yourself from the cross. All out of nails, but here's your hammer, boss.
Three hundred years has passed. Time is ripe for return. Back to the holy lands. Where our souls yearn. . Across the barren waste. Through the mists of space.