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Spiclmannsfluch
Es war einmal ein Knig an Land und Dingen reich. Der sa auf seinem Thron finster und bleiCH. Was er sinnt ist SchRecken, was er blIckt ist Wut. Was er spricht ist Geiel, was er schreibt ist Blut.
Infectious Grooves
Insane-the mother funksters tear it up. The beat-that makes you wanna stomp it up. Rhythm-you just can't get enough of the Infectious Grooves. Hardcore-and then they switch it to the smooth.
Segel Setzen
Wenn der Mond sein Licht verliert. Dich die Sonne nicht mehr wrmt. Wenn aus Zwergen Riesen werden. Die Welt von alten Helden schwrmt. Wenn die Schatten lnger werden.
Infectious Blues
A lil' somthin' like dis. . Well, I got the blues. And I got shoes. But damn it's Infectious. . Well, I got the blues. Got it to my shoes. And damn it's Infectious.
Sefardim
Cuando el rey Nimrod al campo sala. Miraba en el cielo y en la estrellera. Vido uns luz santa en la judera. Que haba de nacer Avraham avinu. . La mujer de Trah quedo prenada.
Infected Generation
Had I had a fucking gun. I would shoot your ass and run. I'm already off n'gone. I'm in immigration. . Find a reason to relax. Don't you know about sex.
Santo Maria
Santa Maria. Strela do dia,. Mostra - nos via. Pera Deus e nos guia. . Ca veer faze - los errados. Que perder foran per pecados. Entender de que mui culpados.
I'm Gonna Be My King
I didn't see it-no I didn't hear it I was just trying to. Remember all the things I'll never know. Well I was walking along-and I'm trying to stay strong-but.
Female Defecation
Every women has. This hole with shit inside. And sometimes she wants. To get it outside. You can read between. The lines and understand. What the paper now.
Sagranda Trobar
Des oge mais quer eu trobar. Polar sennor onrrada. En que deus quis carne fillar. Beyta e sagrada. Por nos dar gran soldada. No seu reyno e nos erda. Por nos dar gran soldada.
Eternal Questiuns Of Existence
Run away from hell. Please, excuse my smell. Listen, now I'm dead. Fuck my if I sad. . Why. You have to give. You've to forgive. You have to live. . I can fly around.
Rotes Haar
Im sommer war das gras so tief. Dass jeder wind daran vorber lief. Ich habe da dein blut gesphrt. Und wie es heiss zu mir herberrann. . Du hast nur mein gesicht berhrt.
Eternal Questions Of Existence
Run away from hell. Please,excuse my smell. Listen,now I'm dead. Fuck my if I sad. . [CHORUS:]. . Why. You have to give. You've to forgive. You have to live.
Reth / Tierliebe
Einst begab es sich, dass ein armer Schafhirt weinend im Grase sa, wiel ihm die HERZALLERLIEBSTE davon lief, die schnste aller schnen hatte nichts weiter im Schilde gefrt als sich von jngeren, reicheren und sauberfingerngelicheren junge Herren penetrieren zu lassen. Dieses jedoch wohnte den armen Schafshirt, aber so listig, wie die Landbeflkerung zuweilen zu meinen scheint, bleiben den ernsten guten, feucht-warmen Mutterschafe. Gesagt-getan ergriff er eins der Tiere, stellte die Hinterbeine in die Schfte seiner lang gewachsenen Stiefel, damit das Tier nicht fortlaufen konnte und er es in Ruhe zwischen den Ohren kraulen konnte..
Dreams
In my dreams I can fly far away. From the fucking reality of life. It's the fool of my own faith. I belive in gun and knife. I walk around the semetary.
Do The Sinister
Come on into my mind, into my heart,. into my thoughts and into my soul. Come on into your mind, into your heart,. into your thoughts and into your soul-do the sinister.
Your World On Fire
I need to see you step away from the edge. I've seen this coming and you're better off alone!. Well it's safe to say, that you are the one without a plan.
Reth
Irgendwann erkannte ein Herr namens Gejung de Macho den maskulinen Umstand, dass der Tag nach exzessiven Feierlichkeiten mitunter recht beschwerlich sein kann!.
Brown Tormentor / Unhappy End
Cucumbers,milk,garlic,honey,tomatoes. Cream,chocolate,vodka,melon,potatoes. Eat it my friend,you'll enjoy future feelings. Cork up your asshole and gaze at the celing.
Brown Tormentor
Cucumbers, milk, garlic, honey, tomatoes. Cream, chocolate, vodka, melon, potatoes. Eat it my friend, you'll enjoy future feelings. Cork up your asshole and gaze at the celing.
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