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| traped underwater breathing the lights... satan is calling outside of the nights.... roses and brimstone a walk in my head.... satan is telling me he wants everyone dead.... la la la the dogs are barking through skins of the cat.... intestines are spinning on a silly white hat... the rains are all burning whole souls in half... time is screaming like a sacrifice calf.... roses and brimstone a walk with the dead..... satan is telling me blood isnt red ~n~ |
| Nick |
| On a slow breeze drifting through the blessed night my thoughts wander. The walk of a lone man they crave things far away. Yet forever embed within me the moonlight shines upon the graves and siloutes you my dead. Its light graces your neck that soft flesh my teeth have so often dreamt about peircing. bBlood so sweet like the cheap wine thats upon your breath my dead. I can not tell you why i have not come with razors and rasberry sherbert to take us to our city. I sit here in misery within another hell that i will not accept. I have nothing more then a stale breeze, Running thoughts of us through my hair. I scream my lungs out yet my lungs dont bleed as i wish them to. I scream at myself for being here away from my goddess of nails. I am traped as is my blood within my veins for ever longing to dance in little drops upon your hands down to the graves. ~n~ |
| Take the host... spread its bloody legs... spear its mind.... Wave after wave of bloody pain. KILLTHEDAY/ KILLHATE/ Take the host upon it up crucified and chased by the fairy thief. Taught a lesson why dont they realise. Stake between my teeth i bleed from open wounds... Bloody words floating down my throat. Follow the LEAD!!!! We all just need to bleed!!! Take the host rip out its throat gut it!!! Try to fuck whats not yours!!! Curses be curses be curses be! Three time three!! THREE TIMES THREE!!! 'HEAR ME NOW!!!!!!!' Only one will live to come find me only one will live. 'HEAR ME NOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!' ONLY ONE WILL LIVE!!!!!! Upon the blood upon the oath. May the dead make my jorney. May the dead follow my plains. May the dead take MY ORDERS!!!! MAY THE DEAD!!!! Sectum Veretum NICTO! Balasvit tegar tegar tegar voulcne! Sectvet necombit diem! It is the silcence find the path. Follow the LEAD or we all bleed. Death hasnt felt my wrath it is death!!! eternally ~n~ |
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