Jedem Das Seine Erasing The Fuckhead Majority lyrics
A sudden stir.
A landslide of suffering and heartache willed away.
And spit at the mourner who stained my sweet 666.
The final solution is writing itself.
Churning it’s wheel.
Jedem Das Seine Erasing The Fuckhead Majority lyrics
A sudden stir.
A landslide of suffering and heartache willed away.
And spit at the mourner who stained my sweet 666.
The final solution is writing itself.
Churning it’s wheel.
11
November
FORGOTTEN WOODS – THE VELVET ROOM
The room opened widely before me….
So silent,so empty it seemed.
…Virgin white,Virgin light.
Swans emerged out from the velvet walls…
Dancing..Time stood still.
I caressed them with my eyes..
…Sinfull white,Sinfull light.
“How can you watch this happen
without tears in your eyes..?”
the velvet lake roared.
Drowning swans who screamed My name..My name.
“Let my world rape you” I yelled..
I turned and walked away.
…My ravens followed me.
27
September
FORGOTTEN WOODS – A LANDMINE REPRISAL
Time to embrace a new world order.
A fledging re-installment of morals.
We have to be absolutely modern.
Strict resolvement of all neo-logic.
Fascism in effect.
Landmine fucking everything.
Destroy to improve.
A way to mend these empathetic designs.
A lemming state of mind.
Is a wasted state of mind.
27
September
FORGOTTEN WOODS – DEN ANSIKTSLOSE
“Dette burde vært natten for min død…”
En ensomt, gråblekt og gledesløst menneske
stod ved vinduet og visste ikke
at det tenkte sine siste tanker…
“Kom…kom…befriende død.
Slipp meg fri.
Jeg vil forsvinne…”
(Menneskets sinn voldtas)
“Rekk meg din hånd, du ansiktløse
og visselig skal du smake pinens sødme…”
Fjerne røster lokker…
“Vi vil sveve på en bomullsdrøm av torner.
Føg meg til ditt helvete…”
Mennesket dras mot fløyelsstemmens
lokkende ord…
“Kom inn i min sjel,
jeg kler deg naken og river deg opp…
Komm inn i min verden,
jeg kaster skygger ned i Read more…
22
September
FORGOTTEN WOODS – HERE IN THE OBSESSION
The assumption that I gave birth to flies is true.
A dog crucified.
The fluttering ascends.
Shedding skin to build another.
Let them inherit the horror.
And the shame from which it’s made.
I wish I was as pale as you.
Reflecting superman while the host snickers.
We syndicate the poignant arts of mastering the unknown.
Here, in the obsession.
03
June
VOMITORY – SERPENTS
Confession of the wicked a tormented screaming soul
A fallen warrior abandoned by his god
Terrorized for centuries a screaming lunatic
Concealed in darkness since time bygone
Outcast, heretic, liars
Suffer those that will not speak
Suffer those that dare not speak
Slaughter those that disagree
Slaughter those that can not see
Emptiness, suffering, sacrifice
Mesmerized in thousands religious hypocrisy
The serpent whispers lies of paradise
No place for unbelievers unloyal to the truth
Neverending fire in the pits of hell
