Høyt deroppe står jeg i tiden; I den grønne, vakre og varme, Sterke trekronen, i hvite skyer, Omgitt av de vakre og vennlige få. Jeg faller. Helt ned. Høyt deroppe står jeg i tiden; I toppen av verdenstreets krone. Fra høyt deroppe faller jeg fra tiden; Ned i det bunnløse, tomme og tidløse. I fallet endrer treets bark form. Grener og kvister, løv og nøtter, Farrer forbi meg i voldsom fart. Røttene og marken nærmer seg. Tiden min renner bort og ned til et annet sted. Inn i døden, ut fra døden. Inn i livet, ut fra livet. Nedover og over elven Som ingen kilde har. Inn i mørket, ut fra mørket; Inn i kulden, ut fra kulden. Gjennom tiden, ut fra tiden; Derinne hvor guddommene smiler. Jeg drikker fra glemselens elv, Ror tørrskodd over hatets hav; Seiler med vinden i ryggen, Til maktenes ende, begynnelse og mening.

Warm Blood, Fire Hate This is Fucking doom Total violence, Death and pain Moribund gloom A deadly disease, you cut to deep You can not stand this life Take forth the knife, stab yourself This is the time to die The Blood is running down your neck You stab your throat again Eternal sinner, a life in Hell Living in pain Christian Blood, Christian Hate Your transparent lack of faith Sadistic torment, ejaculation Bleeding like a Pig Razor blade suicide, in winter night No glimpse of light, in this state of Hell A rusty blade, plunge the skin Satisfaction, he entered Hell.. and he's leaving this world behind I see the horns of Satan Bleeding for him, bleeding for Hell Sanctum 666 I see the horns of Satan Bleeding for him, bleeding for Hell Warm Blood, Fire Hate This is Fucking doom Total violence, Death and pain Moribund gloom A deadly disease, you cut to deep You can not stand this life Take forth the knife, stab yourself This is the time to die The Blood is running down your neck You stab your throat again I see the horns of Satan Bleeding for him, bleeding for Hell I see the horns of Satan Bleeding for him, bleeding for Hell I see the horns of Satan Bleeding for him, bleeding for Hell ["Sell your soul to Satan, and commit suicide. A pure individualistic/egoistic Death trip"]

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Baksmällan sitter kvar sedan gårdagen Det gör även spyan på toalettens vägg Jag vandrar runt likt en zombie i tristessen Hela tiden möter jag nya ansikten vilket stör mig Bandaget stinker av sårtska och var Men jag kan inte låta bli att lukta kontinuerligt Vinden blåser kallt och jag får lust att hoppa ned Bland de k rossade isbitarna Jag har skickat dig ett vykort där det står farväl

Every time this year Dark fog will appear Up from the tombs it comes To take one more life that can be near In the middle of Transylvania All natural life has for a long time gone It's thin and so beautiful But also dark and mysterious Once again the priest is missing May God bless us all The fog is here again That will complete this funeral From a place empty of life Only dead trees are growing here As it comes from afar Only dead trees are growing here Funeral fog Funeral fog Funeral fog Funeral fog

One, two, three, four!
Almost every day
I see the same face
On broken picture tube
It fits the attitude
If you could see yourself
You put you on a shelf
Your verbal masturbate
Promise to nauseate
Today I'll play the part of non-parent
Not make a hundred rules for you to know about yourself
Not lie and make you believe what's evil
Is making love and making friends and meeting God your
own way
The right way
To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn, you're making us
Fucking hostile!
We stand alone
The truth in right and wrong
The boundaries of the law
You seem to miss the point
Arresting for a joint?
You seem to wonder why
Hundreds of people die
You're writing tickets man
My mom got jumped, they ran!
Now I'll play a public servant
To serve and protect by the law and the state
I'd bust the punks that rape, steal and murder
And leave you be if you crossed me, I'd shake your hand
like a man
Not a god
To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn, you're making us
Fucking hostile!
We stand alone
Vince!
Come meet your maker, boy
Some things you can't enjoy
Because of heaven, hell
A fucking wives tale
They put it in your head
Then put you in your bed
He's watching say your prayers
'Cause God is everywhere
Now I'll play a man learning priesthood
Who's about to take the ultimate test in life
I'd question things because I am human
And call no one my father who's not closer than a stranger
I will not listen
To see
To bleed
Cannot be taught
In turn, you're making us
Fucking!
Fucking!
Fucking!
Fucking hostile!