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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 4 2003, 06:14 PM
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Balance Guardian Група: Админ Коментари: 28369 Регистриран: 12-January 03 Град: София Потребител N: 3 |
Myrtviqt_zvqr, радвам се, че го оценяваш - текстът е прекрасен, наистина. Прочие, Dreams Of Sanity също имат много красиви неща...
Сега обаче идва един от "детските" текстове. Просто няма начин да не го споделя, Майкъл Муркок и сагата му за Елрик къртят отвсякъде! Dark Moor - The Fall Of Melnibone Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms Prepare the crimson war Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms Command the righteous law The fall of Melnibone Imrryr towest in the quiet night sleep At the northeast part of the turquoise Boiling Sea Cold winds scream over finest gargoyles high Carrying songs in the dawn that frightens sky Golden troops may compare a rising storm And the entire will is on Tarkan, Dyvim's core, Purple towns are attacking from the shore Outer walls and the labyrinth unknown Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms Prepare the crimson war Young Kingdoms, Young Kingdoms Command the righteous law Dragon Isle, oh! Dragon Isle Sadness dims your witching eye Fancy dream of Xiombarg Mighty falls in raging hush Elric guides all the seamen from the bridge From his leader ship and the laughing of a bitch Arches shoot from the topwalls in the crew, Killing men with the anguish of the loot Tarkan falls as the stumbles on the edge Just to find the hell dying of his broken neck Imrryr burns and sorrow has no end Fury grows as the princess is just dead Stormbringer, demon grabber with runes Stormbringer, blackest blade with looms Stormbringer, feed with mourning souls Your wicked evil, sounding tunes Mighty runes, Melnibone Isle Can you hear the pray for your burning death? Pearly halls, your magic sight Are the crushed of lay on your bloody earth? Dready shores, Melnibone Can you bear the threat of that flaming flags? Dragon Isle, your sturdy chime All is lost right now (and prince Yykoon lurks) Arioch! can you feel my pain From yor throne of holy lord? Am i crying in vain despair My fate weaved by this broadsword? I cannot see life or light In her semblance or her eye Must i be forever lone? Beloved Cymoril is gone? Have you really found the death by the evil on my hand? -------------------- Great holes secretly are digged where earth's pores ought to suffice, and things have learnt to walk that ought to crawl.
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