There's an evil virus that's threatening mankind. Not state of the art, a serious state of the mind. The muggers, the backstabbers, the two faced elite.
1). Creatures of the night. Sucking one's fresh blood. You won't hear them coming. 'till you'll feel their teeth. . They'll taste the blood. Sweet and warm blood.
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Vulture culture is here to stay. No tomorrow, no today. In no man's land they lay to waste. Vulture culture is here to stay. . Vulture culture is here to stay.
Do you think of me in the winter breeze?. Heaven in your hair. Hell on your sheets.. . Love songs full of hate.. The kids are digging early graves.. (They're alright).
En la oscuridad, en la soledad de esta fría habitación. Puedo respirar, ver la realidad,. Encontrarme por mi voz. Sin el antifaz, vuelvo a ser mortal,.
Una voz, un adiós,. Un por qué te quiero, ya no sé. Olvidar, suplicar que vuelvas. Me pierdo en la memoria de un ayer. Que aún recuerda el roce de tu piel.
Dark as a shadow. Sharp as a knife. An arctic breeze as cold as ice. Deep as an abyss. Sweet as a kiss. A burning hellfire on the rise. You say you don't know my kind.
Marching long and far. . Day turns to night. . Scattered campfires flicker on three thousand mighty warriors who the sharpen their swords and axes. . Never knowing if they will return....
Cuenta hasta diez. Cierra los ojos. Alrededor el infinito. . Pasión cruel. Querer ser libre. Contemplar. Tu ejecución, desolación. . Sueños de paz. Vientos de guerra.
Viaje por la mente. una promesa que tendrá que realizar.. Esperar que salga la luz,. sobre la cima la debe encontrar.. Podrá volar, ser un halcón. capaz de ver la paz de su interior..
This is a call to arms, so grab your guns and get your horses. Only the dead have seen the end of this fight. This is a call to arms, so all you fallen soldiers sing with me: death or glory.
free thought is a lie. and our leaders have failed us. our freedoms will die. with the kings who betray us. . fabricated wars. gather the soldiers and grind their bones.
Vile creations. Bearing the crest of the dark. Shaped by the flames that gave birth. Born into suffering. Weakened and left to rot. Crushed by the depression of humanity.
There is murder with purpose. The desire to pull the throats. from the perverse. Vindicated hate. the innocence taken. is repaid with the blood. of all those forsaken.
[The Chief Magistrate - The Testimony of a Condemned Man]. . Oh, my dear beloved Anne. I write you in blood. From my wounded finger nails. In my cell, in gods hell.
People everywhere. A sense of expectation hanging in the air. Giving out a spark. Across the room your eyes are glowing in the dark. And here we go again, we know the start, we know the end.
Just another victim of the, victim of the ghetto. Just another victim, that's how it goes. . Heavy foot traffic jam, the hallway all day. Adolescence workin' for small pay.
[K. Bachman, J. Daub, D. Baddorf, H. Kraft]. . Obeying worthless idols. The prophets prophesied. Manifesting omens. Delusions of their minds. Claiming total wisdom.