going to paint my face.
as long as the ravens fly......
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Posted by smeagol1 - October 4th, 2010
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=k8VFEOE zudc
My cold goddess of the night
Squirming under my spiked fist
She's giving me all carnal delights
Submit yourself and drink my blood
I am the bringer of hate
Evil reigns supreme on earth
Defenders of the blackest faith
Which strengthen my inner glow
Mind expanding inner journey
From a grim and bitter soul
Misanthropic violent hellblast
It's darker than you think...
For seemingly endless time
There is still blood on the old oak
This is where you come to die
Over three hundred years old
And still stretching towards the sky
The hangman's oak...
Burning, bleeding, dying
From the inside
Hitting, whipping, kicking
The corpse of christ!!!
Reading, learning, seeing
All knowledge of evil
Watching, waiting, observing
My fallen angel...
I am the mortal guide
With spiritual possessions
I have seen the other side
And I have sold my soul!!!
I have no earthly tombstone
And I have no christian grave
I am a misanthrope
I am not a fucking slave!!!
[Repeat verses]
Posted by smeagol1 - October 4th, 2010
itting alone, staring blankly at the floor, my thoughts turn to her...."
What to say? (She is so beautiful, she'd never want me)
Who is she? (She says nothing to no one perpetually)
-Back of the room, her face in a book, her skirt riding high on her thigh
Number one student, top of the class, she exists to no one but me....
What to say? (She is so beautiful, she'd never want me)
Who is she? (She says nothing to no one perpetually)
What to say? (She is so beautiful, she'd never want me)
Who is she? (She says nothing to no one perpetually)
I sometimes notice the bruise on her face, or the swollen lip
And most often I will gaze at the cross which hangs between her breasts....
'So soft and gentle...so beautiful..."
I dream of her....Playing out scenes in my mind...
I dream of her....Kissing me gently, caressing...
I must kill her....She doesn't want me, she'll die...
I must kill her....She can have no one but me! (Here I come!)
Venturing into the street....
I know where she lives....
I know where her bedroom is....
I know everything about her...
She'll see- I'll show her
She'll see- I'll show her
-Her light is off, but her bedroom door is open, I can see her...
Legs spread, I can hear her moans through the window....
"But there's something wrong," ....she gazes at a picture of her Jesus....
Gazing at a picture of her Jesus..
Watching her in that room, I am in love with her....
