Roasted visions unherald the call. Pay the piper or face the fall. Unpleasant benevolence. Undesired, it's your defense. . Rotting flavored retribution.
Cut, dissected from within. Like clockwork run the cells. An unearthly silent din. A constant toll of bells. Mocking laughter evermore. No sight of a refrain.
Incantations of evil. Spells black of Satan. Satanic power from hell. From dark crystal rooms. Black souls of darkness. Dark ones of evil. Baptized in fire.
You think that I deserve this after all you. put me through? Who the fuck are you to. judge a rightful penance for these ghastly. sins? You've got no right, nor did I, you.
There are times, when sorrow seems like the only truth..... . Welcome home I hear you say to me. A smile of lust set on your face. Passionate love is all i see.
The final chapter has already been written. The story has been told. In another dimension, beyond the reach of time. There is no more, no more to behold.
I bear these scars. A constant reminder of my own inadequacy. I've held everything and nothing all at once. And all at once been altogether broken. But even scars fade with time.
Numenorean corsairs. Your sons have stepped ashore. From the battle and storms. With northern fleets. Great treasure they fought. From the shores of Gondor.
It's something you can't fake it's all within. Seek for thetruth deep inside. Let it open your heart let in the flame. Receive it with mind open wide.
A veil of mist, a foreign coast. The calm before their battle cry. Steel drawn, the line of shields must hold. Through mist, the first arrow, it flies.
I am not of Jesus Christ I'm not. and I am not a Satanic Child I'm not. and I know not no property of high or low. and I know where I come from and whereto I will go.
Dedicated to the witch Marrigje Ariens. Born 1521, Burned 1591 in Schoonhoven, Holland. . Haunting the cloudless black sky. Braver at night. Hidden as the lips of her cunt.
Father who are in the sky. Hold thy hand above me. Mighty is the raging waves. On which I ride. . Mother who awaits me ashore. Let your golden hair down.
The old crow's cry the first warning. The rumbling frozen ground the last. Hooves thundering on the three feet snow. The icy dawn yet to begin. . Bursting through the icy morning.
Death's star on horizon. Lightning and rain. Black winds and thunder. The skyline is in flames. . Written in the red mist. The sign of the one. Who rides death's cold wind.
The altar covered. in lifegiving cum. the smell of. forever running wet cunts. . Flesh and sweat. dancing bare limbs around the fire. the sound of clashing.
O, so it is written son. When all waters and land you see. All around came to birth. Man and beast was one. And the gods of the sky. Walked the face of the earth.
Blood Blood Blood. . Voltures soaring high above me waiting to descend. To sink their claws into my fucking flesh and to rip myself apart. Leeches slimy creatures drain me bone dry and leave me to die.
She is open wide She isn't hard to please. She drives me fucking wild I want her on her knees. She floats and insists I am hot and can't resist. She suck me to the core [Now] I can't take no more.
Fire and ice. Fire and ice. Fire and ice. Fire and ice. . Born a son of Nordic tribe. Early spring morning I arrived. When sails were set, the ships all done.