Cries in the night, apparations in your mind. Flight through your dreams full of hate and fear. Victim in an endless war. On the escape from the real
I thought, that I wasn't right Or I'm in example sucker I had reason, reason to try To win something Gotta fight Last pener, last pener around I was nut
Meet your destiny, Meet your judge - You will be free My war is your war Yes, your head belongs to me Another dead nut Another soul to god Alles raus!!!
Use your wise head Use your wise mind It is not bad Test immagination Check your big brain You won't feel pain I think you won't fade, so... Anybody home
Where's the road to your heart? Which way to your swollen soul? What about your girlfriend, man Can you sale her, let her roll Stop!! What's that stuff
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Now I know the connection I can see the roots Venom in his mind Bad stink of thinks He's the worst of kind Case after case Gloomy, stone face Infernal
I've been down, I've found the gun I start to fight agains... Stad by my side, one thing in mind We gotta find IQ CYCO Place in city, my brand new gun
You're calling me late at night Spasmodically breathing You wisper to my tired ear unintelligible message Sloooooow!!! Stone it, fuck it! Don't creep
...Her eyes... Bad, fat, stinking rainy day I met woman on my way She said, she knows truth You must know it, god bless you Then she takes my hand and
Joker is funny, joker is great He's the best in his branch, he's got the biggest pay Country wide clown, the most stupid star The moron of the year but
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throw the spear of time Infernal Sun You act like a rightful tyrant casting away the cold Your crown is the flame infernal Eating the heat of soul Infernal
screamings of pain crushed in the night When voices of death calls for revenge Welcome the beast in honour of hell Unhallowed by the infernal might The
From the Abode of Demons; A Wing of the Pentagram, Comes the Juice that Painted My Heart and My Soul Swept in Black they are Swept in Black I am From
she takes me down over legs and under hips i am her only comfort i fill her need deep inside she spreads so wide i can feel her rapture hate me now spin
Text taken from Dante's "Inferno". per me si va ne la citta dolente, per me si va ne l'etterno dolore, per me si va tra la perduta gente. giustizia mosse
[based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren] [is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg] Hear! From
