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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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Sep 24 2003, 03:28 PM
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Непросветен Група: Потребители Коментари: 36 Регистриран: 24-September 03 Потребител N: 273 |
не вярвам да ги прочете някой
и все пак Fuel For Hatred by Satyricon Scornful, relentless memory Ripped of all but drive Undressed by betrayal Zero tolerance for the souldead Wish I was the violence, inflicted upon you Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Little you, still like a claw in my eye Pulsating organic rage I should have let you off of the hook Mind drifts into dynamic pain Universal onslaught I'm on my own (One soul, one hate) Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind Damnation, holocaust Devil horns for you to ride Time for the angel to spread his wings and fly World opponent, wishmaster of gruesome pain Stormtroops' frantic fury, demoniac spitfire! Abortion of religious life, distinguish the rot I hate you to a level of intoxication Don't feel alone, I've got enough I wish you slow death, slow death by grinding Fuel for Hatred, air raid siren to mankind the cure- велика група, велики текстове, не мога да избера -------------------- In order to form an immaculate member of a flock of sheep one must, above all, be a sheep. |
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