Like the clouds overhead. Like the earth beneath. Under every ocean. In between our minds. Tick Tick Tick. Goes the hands of time. Senseless worries. Based on a short window of time.
There's a distance long between your craving lips. And inspiration chalice. Whose wine like fever, never ending everlasting heat. Eternity vanished. .
Still proceeding cycle we dwell:-. At the stage of decline. Grim, erotic, thespian, faint. Somnifacient reflections of life. Nocturnal paths of flesh and blood....
Cut through my skin. Let my blood paint your face. In pleasure I scream. as my soul lies devoured. . The ultimate enchantment. A dimension beyond pain.
Christian Slaughter. Music: Sterner/Halfdan. Lyrics: Sterner/Halfdan. . We are the darkened souls. By nightfall we arise. The gates are open wide. The holy blood shall flow.
Invoked upon alters. Abominated waters. . Stained with blood. The devil times five. . Purify the beast. Unforgiven. Let the shackles crack. Rise. The cleansing pain (of birth).
left it all behind. surely insane. divine pleasure. probing outer reaches of inner mind. a light appears showing first sign. gateway opens, passage revealed.
In the heart of darkness, forgotten world lost. Primal existence, only tribal law. Human sacrifice, the nectar of gods. . Cannibal, cannibal. Cannibal holocaust.
cold meat. lies beneath me. I can feel her breath. frigid limbs so stiff. I can hear her scream. no movement as I inflict pain. masochistic lust, forever be my slave.
Innocence is payed in flesh. we lost our souls and loved ones. white as doves and red like blood. a living pyre for your god. . We have walked the paths.
Dark sky began growing pale. From above counting the victims. Mass immolation extermination. Holy slaughter in the name of church. . Church's black book - Glory turns into shame.
Enclosed into my cage to satisfy emotions. Many times had passed a process to erosion. Descending to the cellar my bride "death" tolls the hour. Face your brutal fellow, it's time for no tomorrow.
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Cho n Low #1. And now its time for the dedication vatos its cho n low the dedication vatos. (Cho). my name is Cho. (Low). and my name is low. (cho). cholo productions and nb ridaz proudly present.
Terror serpit inter ordines orcorum. Silva ante eos incepit tremere. Sub terra gelida Charcharon procedebat. Contra eos dispelans transitu eius omnia res.
I still think to myself and wonder if this was worth it. For it seems that these days I can't stand still for a moment. (I'm sick of drifting). And my feet won't rest or re-oppress their pivoting.
The spectrum is wide. Through my opened eyes. The colors are a tide. Through the tide, my soul glides. . But when the darkness arrives without warning, consuming my soul.
Cut to fit in a frame. A little cloth in their game. . You're cut to fit. Cut to fit. . All their rules, all their shit. By all their things you're cut to fit.
Corrosion. Corrosion. Corrosion. . Like water corroding metal. Your world is withering. All you had you have lost. Never to return again. . Your life will rust.