The thouht of you has plagued my years. I see you now. Crawling all over me. Symptom of my darkest fears. With me now. Living inside of me. In the night.
You feed to know. Just how she feels inside. You grip her throat. She begins to cry. . When you tear she will bleed more. You don't care that she's screaming.
I'm looking down now. . Shadows touch the top of the trees. Who we are we've never known. Maybe we were meant for something better. Than what we could see.
I bear the soul of Satan. I wear the seal of death. I hold the keys to destiny. Steal your dying breath. Your breath. Your breath. Your breath. . Staring death in the face.
You. Want to feel me. Can't defeat me. At your game. . You. Buy and sell me. Try to rape me. Of my name. . And I want you. To once invert the wrong cause I can't breathe.
Living. Running. Out on the streets at night. Searching. Hoping. For the right connection, 'cause'. . Need it, want it. You know I've got to have it. Takes me higher than anything I know.
Today. I hear my anger. It's screaming at you. Your words. Attack my senses. And make me scream. . Looking back and forth at you. Should I, should I waste my time now?.
Arise young souls alight. Reclaim your satanic rights. In time retrospect clear. The past all there is fear. . Atomic atmospheres. Crumble in ice faces.
All Devils Eve, the witches exchange energy. Black warlocks concentrate predicting prophecies. Announcing serenade, uniting under stars. The celebration, desecration from afar.
Where Can I Hide From Your Eyes. All My Senses Are Darkened. So Easy To Lose Control. Wild Beasts Tracking Us Down. Our Minds Enslaved To Authorities.
You have got everything I need. You can bring my soul out of me. I'll pay your wicked price, deliver your merchandise. Gypsy, you'll drive me a dream.
Wisdom Calls Aloud In The Streets. Hear Her Raising Her Voice In The Squares. How Long Will You Simple Ones. Love Your Evil Ways. Turn Around And Listen To My Rebuke.
My brain fed with ecstacy. Fills my need. As i feel my body burst with great speed. And i clench a needle in a blood drained fist. Then i turn and mark another trip off my list.
[Music / Lyrics by Torbjrn Weinesj]. . Somewhere there's a gathering. In a place where time exist. . The aisle of finest marble. And walls of purest gold.
That Night The Rain Was Falling. Or Was It Just My Tears. Voices Outside My Window. From Ancient Years. So Tired By My Wisdom. Lost With A Weary Soul.
whooo - what's going down dudes. let me guess - that's right - groovy. whooo. what the fucking hell is all this fucking shit. get out of here - you fucking bastards.
Bring The Oath, Bring The Incense. Bring The Flesh To The Altar. Reflect On The Times That Passed By. Seize The Time, Seize Your Dreams. And Focus On The Wooden Cross.
Whoo - What's goin on dudes - Let me guess - that's right - groovy - Whooo. "What the fuckin hell is all this fuckin shit?". "Get out of here you fuckin bastards!".
Spoken:. This is the first letter that I wrote back home to Momma and Daddy a few days after I'd moved to Nashville:. . June 2, 1964. Nashville, Tennessee.
Don't let it be said you'd be better off dead. Words will get mixed up inside of your head. When you're playing the game can't remember your name. You know it's fucked up the same.