Independence, terrorism. A hail of pebbles and stones. Poverty and racism. The wheel of conflict rolls on. . Dictatorship, fanaticism. The battle lines drawn in mind and soil.
Watch me, I bleed no more. My wounds, one thousand and crisp. As life itself, it drips away. A smile upon my lips. . Cutting, slicing, carving. The blade slides deep in me.
I close your eyes. and send you into vainly dreams. I reign your soul. the nightengulf your painful screams. . I watch you cry and. twist your soul in agony.
"Dust to dust". I gasp for air. I scream for sight. And fight against. Torment and dread. Calling the vengeance. I tear at the lid. And promise to raise.
The Dark Enemy, a god called Morgoth. Hide himself in the pit of Angband. Evil jewels of his mind took a shape. Great wyrms were born. . When it storms look up to the sky.
Deadly wardog without fear. Ramming through the battlefields. Mighty heroes and kings of men. Will be dead by this beast, insane. Skin of stone and bones of steel.
By this rite I ask you my demon friends. To fill my enemy's soul with scorpions.... . Through the mist, through the air. I summon thee my demon friends.
I feel that I am high, I'm not on the ground. Did I just die, did I reach the bound?. The bound between life and realm after death. Am I alive or did I just die?.
Two Black Birds. Flying To The North. On The Sky So High. I Can See. . Like Black Arrows They Fly. Through The Clowds Of Sky. With Winds They Fly. Through The Sky.
i check my hand, it's shredded and bleeding. from holding broken glass punching echoes in the face. can't see you, eyes covered, not looking your ice blue eyes pierce like.
I was spawned deep beneath the Pre-Cambrian sea,. the scion of a far distant sun.... I have traversed the endless stars,. and journeyed to a myriad galaxies....
I HAVE SEEN THE RESULT OF OUR SCHOOL SYSTEM. I HAVE SEEM WHAT IT DOES. I ASKED SOME KIDS ABOUT THE HOLOCAUST. AND THEY DIDN'T EVEN KNOW WHAT IT WAS. DIDN'T THAT HAPPEN IN SOME TIME LIFE BOOKS.
I have seen the result of our school system. I have seem what it does. I asked some kids about the holocaust. And they didn't even know what it was. Didn't that happen in some Time Life books.
THEY SAY THERE'S SAVAGES IN THE TREES. I SAY THE BEASTS ARE YOU AND ME. FOR CLOTHES AND CARS WE WORK OUR ASS. ANIMALS ARE HAPPY IN A FEILD OF GRASS. WE RUN AROUND FRANTIC THERE'S NO TIME.
On great warriors, waging a battle out of time. Destroying the past and the present. It's time fot your absordina. . Mighty spirits of wind see a battle with reality.
X marks this day in the darkness, but within its view. The blood from my boot lace garotte comes clean in a gutter wash. . Middle aged wretched whore.
Fierce battles open up in the streets. An infinite timespan of hateful attrition. There is no greater possible honour among men. Than to explode as a martyr.
A cesspool of virulent actors. Are infecting the malformation. Submerging nausea uncensored. The host failed the confrontation. . Corrupting the organic structure.
How do rumours get started?. Started by the jealous people. They get mad. See something they had. And somebody else is holding. They tell me that temptation.