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Aug 1 2003, 10:10 PM
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Keeper of Time Група: Потребители Коментари: 217 Регистриран: 30-July 03 Град: XIII век Потребител N: 218 |
VenoM - Don't burn the witch!!!
The witches brew a pot of hate with lizard, but and man, With a smile, they laugh their spells Astir, with wretched hand, calling demons - Baphomet and Mephistopheles... The tattered firyres cackle as their mortal victims bleed... Don't burn the witch!!! The ways of hell aren't wrong. Don't burn the witch!!! Let them brew their song The witches of the blackened arts are cunning, cruel and mean, persecuted by religion. God - the man unseen beastial malevolence is chartered in their bones... Leave the unreal house of God and burn in hell @ (at) home!!! Eye of lizard, wing of bat, testicle of man, tongue of eagle, brain of rat, Jesus Christ's left hand... The witches make the voodoo doll - a toy taboo in heaven... They dance around the pentagram, in search of rape by Satan... Leave the heart and blood of men in cauldrons laced in sin, add the arsenic, hemlock, pus triumph takes the wings -------------------- Ако мислиш за 1 година напред, посей ориз, ако мислиш за 10 години напред, засади дърво, а ако мислиш за 100 години напред - образовай населението!!!
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Dec 7 2003, 02:17 AM
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алфонс Група: Потребители Коментари: 2959 Регистриран: 8-August 03 Град: Пловдив, градът на "Ботев" Потребител N: 232 |
8. Paschendale
[Smith/Harris] In a foreign field he lay Lonely soldier, unknown grave On his dying words he prays Tell the world of Paschendale Relive all that he's been through Last communion of his soul Rust your bullets with his tears Let me tell you 'bout his years Laying low in a blood filled trench Kill tim 'til my very own death On my face I can feel the falling rain Never see my friends again In the smoke, in the mud and lead Smell the fear and the feeling of dread Soon be time to go over the wall Rapid fire and the end of us all Whistles, shouts and more gun fire Lifeless bodies hang on barbed wire Battlefield nothing but a bloody tomb Be reunited with my dead friends soon Many soldiers eighteen years Drown in mud, no more tears Surely a war no-one can win Killing time about to begin Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again The bodies of ours and our foes The sea of death it overflows In no man's land, God only knows Into jaws of death we go Crucified as if on a cross Allied troops they mourn their loss German war propaganda machine Such before has never been seen Swear I heard the angels cry Pray to god no more may die So that people know the truth Tell the tale of Paschendale Cruelty has a human heart Every man does play his part Terror of the men we kill The human heart is hungry still I stand my ground for the very last time Gun is ready as I stand in line Nervous wait for the whistle to blow Rush of blood and over we go Blood is falling like the rain Its crimson cloak unveils again The sound of guns can't hide their shame And so we die on Paschendale Dodging shrapnel and barbed wire Running straight at the cannon fire Running blind as I hold my breath Say a prayer symphony of death As we charge the enemy lines A burst of fire and we go down I choke a cry but no-one hears Fell the blood go down my throat Home, far away From the war, a chance to live again Home, far away But the war, no chance to live again See my spirit on the wind Across the lines, beyond the hill Friend and foe will meet again Those who died at Paschendale |
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