Foul blanket settles, brings devastation. Hate in our hearts, blood on our hands. This fractured peace, raw bones defending. Black hearted war is never ending.
Blue fingertips are sore from tracing your curves, i've severed my. nerves on a rusty cellar door.. Wrestle this heavy broken handle corroded from within, secret words.
In a garden of high trees I rest. as tears on your face I see. with fears between you last. for lost you thought me I can be.. . Ashes and flowers together fuse.
Through the past of mine. close my eyes I feel pain. bow my head to hear the whine. had it been for real with the rain.... . How can we... be set free.
You are only thirteen. And still a virgin. . But your pussy burns. As my erection rises. . Sucking my dick rapidly. Swallowing every drop. . You catch on very quickly.
I am a fag killer and I'm here to say. You'd better get running if you are gay. I may hate bitches and talk alot of shit. But hey motherfucker I'll never suck dick.
Cold as night in the heart of the hunter. Sign up for my kingdom dark. Black as the deep the devil is growing. Hellspawn in the soul of man. . Now they will attack you again in this turning wheel of crime.
Long way to starlight,. Only a few on this flight. Magnetic dreamers of the way to somewhere. Close to a solar fire. . Behind Venus, beyond Jupiter,. There's a planet for the future to explore.
I see a new beginning as I'm moving towards my grave. I'll be rising from this life into silent darkness. It's just a glimpse of our time. I must act while I'm clear in my mind.
Lifeless bodies encaused in red. Total destination undetermined. Rigormortis sets in rotted flesh. Delusive immortality preserved. . Bitch until he's dead.
(Lyrics : Greg Conan / Chris Palengat). The gathering smell of rotteness. Is cutting through my brain. Slicing up my friends. And then killing the pain.
In the street, not a living soul, there's no sign of live. Nobody, everything's so strange, so unreal. This city is out of the way, it's no man's land.
A fresh affliction. Mockery of modern times. Original disillusion. Sacrifice for your former lies. . Apparently well provided. Destitute today like a child in need.
"I have often wondered if the majority of mankind ever pause to reflect upon the occasional titanic. significance of dreams, and of the obscure world to which they belong"..
["In the Blazing Sunlight , the priest unveiled his horrid tale..."]. . I travelled on through the swamplands , sailed up the river damp. To bring back the church from its state of oblivion.