forbannelse dig aldrig lamnar Ett sista satt att hamnas "Norves dotter, dig skall sluka Nattens fasor du skall lida" Frusen och doende jag ligger i snon Jag forbannar
I put a spell on you because you're mine You'd better stop the things that you do I ain't lyin', no I ain't lyin', yeah I just can't stand it, baby For
Curses I send On these countless men Curses on their trespasses Will they never end? Curses on their blades On the spare and open lanes Once I've been
Is this goodbye? Well, you'd be better off dead Than lying here alone I'm desperately waiting For the beating of my heart It just won't come Unless you
Mary belongs to the words of a song I try to be strong for her, try not to be wrong for her But she will not wait for me anymore, anymore Why did I say
Who is this, trapped inside of me? An unfamiliar, violent breed Raping innocence, vestal mutilation Razor seduction, slicing devastation My body twists
[1st verse] I was born in seventy-one In seventy-two I started to walk Seventy-three Seventy-four Seventy-five I learned to talk Seventy-six I tried
Uh, yeah, try to be cool Tired feeling all that, you know what I'm sayin'? Positive, you know what I'm sayin'? Check it So pissed off Lookin' at life
I am walkin' in the blast rays of the setting sun Whistling a hangman's tune with head held high, swinging my gun I say this little boy is angry, I say
Once again a glimmer of hope burns away Another part of me rots again, dies again Back into the darkness so lonely, I survive Cursed again to wander,
Sharp encephalitis, almost always fatal the beginning is marked by a sensation of anguish, cephalgia, fever uneasiness and undefined sensorial alterations
Tilted just a bit to the wrong side Mother Mary your tea's in the oven My head's got caught in the red tape Voodoo sunset, morning Jesus Marilyn Manson
All tears restrained for years Their grief is confined Which destroys my mind An ode to their plight is this dirge Some yearn for lugubrious silence
An unstoppable end The world turns every day An ending with no end So, for this time of morning I can no longer cry Even though the story goes on The
Your souls are nailed to the cross The blood still runs but the wounds will heal and leave scars of rememberance.
The way that the willow bows over the stream like a mourner crying for their loved one reminds me of last fall when on one knee, I pledged myself to
Feel free to comprehend What I see will never end It can't be now that life is gone It's too real to overcome It's too real It's too real Too real It