I hear the devil and he's calling me In the house by the cemetery Ghouls and creeps fucking gather 'round For the evil that's going down Get down! Blood
A bullet in your head is how I want it Your body on the floor -- a Kodak moment You're a waste of air and a waste of space I want sharp objects to fly
Rise your wrist up in the air And wave your razorblades like you just don't care Use your voice, make homicide your choice Politics coming straight
I've made a fist but I cannot knock upon that door 'Cause once I walk through it I won't be coming back no more It's strange how everything can change
Lost in a familiar place This channel will not change This feeling's all too strange It's like home in many ways Got nothing left inside Onto the darker
I'm dying from my own disease I'm a villian, I'm a murderer and the victim is me I've got a date with fate and I just can't wait I'll see you all down
My room came alive, my dog just died Stacked 13 pennies on his eyes I stared at the wall, it stared back at me It started to breath and then it started
I'm damned if I voodoo, and I'm dead if I don't Kick the crypt and baby walk with me And we'll find a new place to haunt Now the dead can't die, they'
Goddamn here we go, off to the graveyard, go, go, go Give 'em to me decayed, give 'em to me anyway I don't care 'cause you know I only want you Dead,
The following is an audio recording. Contains songs of death, dying, and the dead. To avoid fainting keep reminding yourself, it's only a recording.
When sad, we sing a mournful tune Like creatures baying at the moon But we all dance when things are fine Yes, even Doctor Frankenstein Ah, ha ha! Ha,
Each night when my castle is gloomy And the werewolves start howling anew And the cold mist creeps down from the mountains My thoughts turn, my darling
{I was waiting for you Tell me what's wrong Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment Your eyes Tell me what's wrong Oh it's nothing, it's just a readjustment
Anne Boleyn she kept her tin Which all her hopes and dreams were in She plans to run away with him forever (Never to be seen again) Leaves a note and
[Darkthrone Cover] [Bonus on LP] Transilvanenhunger Kalt! ...Kalt Die Berge sind kalt So... kalt! Deine HA¤nde sind grausam Spuk! ...Spuk ! Achtsam
Hello my name is fern, and i just moved out west, why i left my home town, is anybody's guess, finding jobs today, in romania is tough, i been unemployed
Taken tetner Mrket faller Ondskap Slumrer Skogen kaller Her ute i Dyrets domene gjennom en dyster, Gusten Skog engler lper, engler flyr vekk fra min
Naberg reiste seg, n'r ved Mannahemens garden. íkstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke - dog var er byllepestens plager. Ingen gjestet frender, ingen