Trapped in the light like nothing was wrong. Put the words where I don't belong. Now hear the fallen angel. Sing my requiem. . Take a step past the light where I die.
No flickering light at the end of the path. Confront repressions of the past. Fear, Prevail, Insanity, Obey!. Draw back in silence to dwell in anxiety.
a glance to my eyes, deep within reveals. this worn-out warrior's mind. i'm killing you by suffering. discomposure of a deepest kind. in the night i crave to feel your breath.
Yeaw!. . Uargh!. . Dear diary, what have I done? Am I trippin' or am I alive?. Once I've decided I've got stories to tell. No way in hell was that just another muthafuckin' dream.
You'll take my life but I'll take yours too. You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through. So when you're waiting for the next attack. You'd better stand there's no turning back..
Your eyes are full of hate, fortyone,. thats good. Hate keeps a man alive, its gives him strenght. . While cutting their shadows, kill them into the dark trough.
Rip and cut and mutilate the innocent. His friends, and again and again and on and on. . You make me own my life in hell. My kingdom back to the bound.
You know I never, I never seen you look so good. You never act the way you should but I like it. And I know you like it too, the way that I want you. I gotta have you, oh yes, I do.
Somebody. Somebody put something in my drink. Somebody. . Another night out on the street. Stopping for my usual seat, oh, bartender, please. Vodka and tonic's my favorite drink.
Deep in the hundred acre wood. Where Christopher Robin plays. You will find the enchanted neighbourhood. Of Christopher's childhood days. A donkey named Eeyore is his friend.
Live the years of danger live on the road. To the point there's nothing to lose. Regrets all you want it to be!. . In the blink of an eye you're fighting.
Can you say what you can't do. In darkness of the eyes. The wrecking voice stain mirror. Awaiting the first sixpounder. . I'm gonna show you battle. That's how the pain really is.
Nightmare, mass depression, silent screams out there. Dammit, into darkness something that'll never rise. Darkness, in this something that the world that follows rhyme.
On the eve of their doom. they are baptized. in the unholy waters of Bodom. With no hint of the torture awaiting. to greet them at the break of dawn. .
Go. . Hundred killers after you. What the hell you gonna do?. Think they're gonna kick your ass. Bring you down, make you crash, oh yeah. . I never thought.
Out on the street I'm stalking the night. I can hear my heavy breathing. Paid for the kill but it doesn't it seem right. Something there I can't believe in.
The wren, oh the wren; he's the king of all birds,. On St. Stevens day he got caught in the furze,. So it's up with the kettle and it's down with the pan,.
I never knew girls existed like you. But now that I do I'd really like to get to know you. . The girl's too young, she don't need any better. It's all coming back I can feel it.