[Martinez, Priester, Polchowicz, Mello]. . RD 35, Black Widow, the bitch. No overhead commands. Just engine, no breaks. The gas going like beer. No junk yard wants it.
Everyone is condemned to death time of execution unknown. Yet seek that which is within for the everyday fight in the horrorshow. Sword on your hip, cry on your lip charge upon beasts of your script.
Taking you down to the dark depths of hell fire lies under your feet. I am the ruler of this dark domain murder is what I now seek. Demons above you are flying on high eternal death to come soon.
Propagating, multiplying, tumours grow. Into pustulous cavities neoplasm breeds. Propagating, multiplying, tumours grow. Ulcerating, multiplying, tumours grow.
I'm Fucking tired of making dissections. I reek of shit and putrefaction. Many hours among decay. I'll work no more for today. . ...Sick gory mess. Necrotic Garbage.
.Ohh mistress of emotions. night in twilight rays of grey. in your embrace alone I find endurance. the fragile hours set between the sundown and the dawn.
Lashed to your knees by a serpents tongue. forced to eat the lies. Jehovah. messiah.. the bloodstained sword shall crush your heart. the wild blood of a beast runs through the vains..
There's no time, fuck around. How hard can it be?. Head straight for the fucking nerve. Take a stand, be a man. . No compromise. No compromise. . No, nowhere left, you to hide.
As creatures as warriors , once roaming the earth. The darkness embracing the landscape below. Centuries of dark shall crack open the sky. A dragon is waiting and watching the light.
1, 2, 3, 4!. Stop command!!!. . I feel so sick inside. Unused your human mind. Untrue is that you see outside. I knock you out!. . You never said: I'm sorry!.
Well, it's a game. It's allright, let me stay. Until sunrise. I'm out all night long. What could ever call me home. Before daylight. On and on I go. That's the way I wanna live.
World is changing every day. World is changing every moment. But some little things remain the same. They hurt my mind - a real pain!. . Look around what you see.
No mercy in my heart. I was born for war, not for love. Rage and voices of my dying enemies. Fill my soul and my heart. War craft is my life. Stern school of life taught me how to fight.
An ugly race, no identify. A quest for change, your history. Empty eyes, vacant mind. I'll close the door, leave you behind. . All I see, fixed beauty.
Our peace. Is now in pieces. But what else would. You expect. But we're nothing. Nothing in truth. . Here comes. The internal. Winter. Where innocence forgets.
I hear the voice... of an old friend, he calls to me. When I am subdued. Loud as day, I hear this voice call to me in distress. What to do, I feel the presence of another.
Your words fill me with mistrust. From all your spoken lies. Your speech means nothing to me. . My hatred lasts forever. Will grow through the years. Through the years.
Pray to your god,. So sinister, yet so commonplace... Subconscious network. . The eerie light you worship so readily. Peer in your eyes, in your mind..
Deep down underneath the ground. In chambers clotted with the rotting dead. Steaming vats filled with vampire bats,. Tanis root, and decaying heads. The potion made, we disseminate.
Behind those mountains is a land. That is owned by geniune men. They wear a stone around their neck. Which they borrowed from a river. That supplies them with food and nutritious minerals.