I hate, you hate, we all hate. . Hate on the streets, school deaths increase. On the rise crack suicide. Pre-teens with guns, perverted nuns. This life, I hate it all, yeah.
(In the first chamber was a Dragon-Man, clearing. away the rubbish from a cave's mouth; within a. number of Dragons were hollowing the cave. In. the second chamber was a Viper folding round.
(I said: 'Perhaps you will be willing to show. me my eternal lot, and we will contemplate. together upon it, and see whether your lot or. mine is most desirable.' ...So the Angel said:.
(An Angel came to me and said: 'O pittable,. foolish young man! O horrible! O dreadful. state! Consider the hot, burning dungeon. thou art preparing for thyself to all.
(If the doors of perception were cleansed. everything would appear to man as it is,. infinte. For man has closed himself up. till he sees all things thro' narrow.
(One Law for the Lion and Ox is Oppression). . None so blind as those who won't see.. That's one you're not to like. Who looks gargoyle alike. In the name of....
My heart is crying, when my eyes are looking at heavens.. My soul wants to scream, but the time never return..
As I become one with the earth. My soul has passed the rebirth. In this world I leave my flesh to rot. No regrets, this is my lot. . Ashes to ashes. Dust to death.
Fuck all pathetic moral preachers. And fuck their braindead disciples. Fuck all religious clowns. And their fucked up ways. Fuck good and evil. It's fucking relative.
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No limit, no number too high. To commit the sickest of crimes. Homicidal enjoyment, a frenzied lust to kill. Something they never understood, I crave blood.
En sigende tke. hang i slrete strimler. langs bergveggens kam. Et de frostrike l. for mine bare ftter. spir av is, is av livets kilde. . Langt borte, bakom fjerne skrik.
[Music & Lyrics by Kristoffer Austrheim]. . We who run from the presence of the sun. By the voived bitter gleam chasing darkness like a dream. All with weary tasks fordone 'scape the serpents tounge.
We who run. from the presence of the sun. By the voided bitter gleam. chasing darkness like a dream. All with weary tasks fordone. 'scape the serpents tounge.
There was an echo, an old sore,. A bewildering reflection.. No winds, but cricket chirps. alongside to the trail.. Traces before me.. Something flitting across..
Desecration of mother nature. Cannot be the pleasure of life. The meaning of life is in your mind. Rooting out the lungs of earth. We can't explain to mankind.
Vision escapes from your spiritual waste. A conscious decision of your inner soul. Symbols trapped through convulsions of my brain. Visualized figures marching in step.
Visions escape from your spiritual waste. A conscious decision of your inner soul. Symbols trapped through convulsions. Of my brain. Visualized figures marching in step.