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Thrash Till Death

Artist: Tankard
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Bang your head against the stage like you never did before. We will burn this town tonight, to deadly metal we want bang. Headbanging is the sense of life, we play it hard and loud.


The Story Of Mr.cruel

Artist: Tankard
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

You have a vision of bloodshed,. my friend. Just go ahead. At the end of the night. No one's gonna ask you why. . Eagerly spreading fear. with your hands.



The Morning After

Artist: Tankard
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Can this be or am I dreaming?. What a mess!. Woke up drunk lying on the floor. This cannot be, my place is trashed. . Broken bottles everywhere. Vomit oozing, down the stairs.


The Meaning Of Life

Artist: Tankard
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

It's such a mystery. Can someone tell me the meaning of life?. It's really killing me. Who's got the rap on the meaning of life?. Kama Sutra, Bible and Koran - no answer, man.


Tattoo Coward

Artist: Tankard
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

My skin is naked, my skin is virgin. My skin is white, white lake the snow. Only some pimples and a big fat wart. Oh tattoed man I adore you so. You're passing by, an eagle on your back.


Tantrum

Artist: Tankard
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

I came to party with a thirst of for beer. A wanna drink, so give me one to me. My body ashes and I need one now. I'm gonna get drunk and beer is the key.


Tankard Roach Motel

Artist: Tankard
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Cy was a New York roach. Went to JFK. Had to fly away. . Cy came to Frankfurt town. Started looking round. For a home again. . Found a place. A dump full of rubble, trash and mould.


Talk Show Prostitute

Artist: Tankard
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Barbe! Help me please!. Your show is an avenue for the prostitute in me. You want to see my private parts?. Or see the girl that broke my heart?. She's drilling me just to make your day.


The Ladder

Artist: Tallman
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

in a darkened room. sun burned a hole in your eyes. afraid to leave the tomb. afraid to look at the sky. you will be waking soon. come on and open your eyes.


The Most Feared Thing

Artist: Taken
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago



The Best I Had

Artist: Taken
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Journey through this life.. In search of one another. always feeling compelled to search.. we keep on fooling ourselves into love. into live.. hoping wishing for this. Hoping. wishing for this..


Trader Of Souls

Artist: Tad Morose
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Oh Merchant, yes merchant The trader of souls The bringer of darkness. damnation and cold In secret betrayal with cunning and lies he steals you,. deceives you There's fire in his eye.


Time Of Silence

Artist: Tad Morose
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Looking out in nowhere I see a distant gleam of light Faces I've never seen. searching in a dream Candles burning down and the light is fading out It's.


Time Of No Sun

Artist: Tad Morose
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Not long ago on a world not so far the King sent four riders pure in their. hearts Search for the Spirit Search for the Lamb All of my children rise. It's time to leave the Royal Fleet is here So be the truth that none of you.


The Vacant Lot

Artist: Tad Morose
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Underneath lie barely seen and rarely touched All things untold Stone upon. stone So foul, so cold A shadow of old. Into the night Driven by what none can see Scarcely bound but hardly free.


The Dragon Tide

Artist: Tad Morose
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Watching the hills from the tower up north he sang, no he bellowed a song. to the glory to the power of Karak Azul. His heart now uneasy it would not be stilled A sickening stench an odour of.


The Dead And His Son

Artist: Tad Morose
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Mark my words, I won't care Never tread where angels dare Precious few. shine like you Fewer still are aware of the dead and his son. . I don't know, where do I start So many thoughts, I wonder where we all go.


Take On The World

Artist: Tad Morose
Year: 2007
Updated: 9 years ago

Come join the circuitry it's me. Yes I've left the old ways, roaming free. Let us reach out one more time. Raise our banners, hold 'em high. . This is your one chance to be free.


Toxicity

Year: 2006
Updated: 9 years ago

Conversion, software version 7.0. Looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub. Eating seeds as a pastime activity. The toxicity of our city, our city.


Toxcicity

Year: 2006
Updated: 9 years ago

Looking at life through the eyes of a tired hub. Eating seeds as a pastime activity. The toxicity of our city, of our city. . Now, what do you own the world?.


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