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/ Bittersweet / I’m giving up the ghost of love In the shadows cast on devotion She is the one that I adore Creed of my silent suffocation Break this bittersweet spell on me Lost in the arms of destiny Bittersweet I won’t give up I’m possessed by her I'm bearing her cross She's turned into my curse Break this bittersweet spell on me Lost in the arms of destiny Bittersweet I want you I’m only wanting you And I need you I’m only needing you Break this bittersweet spell on me Lost in the arms of destiny Break this bittersweet spell on me Lost in the arms of destiny Bittersweet... ![]() ![]() / Something Diabolical / Eventide rise for ritual With the thrill of a kill vengefully the engine will Roar forth steer the dead leave forced Driven by fear shift gears veer towards The foolishly equipped swift these Failed bids breathed taillights from the crypt Reflect upon the way beyond redemption Let the necronometer beckon for the destined Blessed when first lent sin then condemned to bear the burden Of this curse the consequence of which can never be averted Each tormented attempt that is made in vain To evade this debt which is certain to be paid Without question is met with a counterclocked surge In reverse as if backmasked words of the black mass were All heard by a clutch engaged Over trails blazed to the western gates Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Something diabolical Idle hands are bound for the Heaven may be running on empty yet the devil rides Something diabolical Tonight belongs to him / Hunningolla / Jokainen nauttii Jokainen kärsi Jokainen miettii Jokainen oppii Jokainen muuttuu Jokainen vahvistuu Jokainen pelkää Jokainen suree Jokainen luottaa Jokainen tulee Ja kaikki tahtoo olla sekaisin Kyllä mäkin tykkään tehdä niin Joskus pudotaan tuoleilta Se on kivaa, kivaa, kivaa Välillä on syytä ihan sovinnolla Olla hunningolla aivan kuutamolla Kun tyhjentää saa pään, se auttaa kestämään Hävittää hermopaineet Välillä on syytä ihan sovinnolla Olla hunningolla, aivan kuutamolla Se poistaa ikävää ja silloin sielu lepää On niin pehmeää Jokainen elää Jokainen kuolee Jokainen pettää Jokainen nuolee Ja kaikki tahtoo olla sekaisin Kyllä mäkin tykkään tehdä niin Joskus pudotaan tuoleilta Se on kivaa, kivaa, kivaa Välillä on syytä ihan sovinnolla Olla hunningolla aivan kuutamolla Kun tyhjentää saa pään, se auttaa kestämään Hävittää hermopaineet Välillä on syytä ihan sovinnolla Olla hunningolla, aivan kuutamolla Se poistaa ikävää ja silloin sielu lepää On niin pehmeää Välillä on syytä ihan sovinnolla Olla hunningolla aivan kuutamolla Kun tyhjentää saa pään, se auttaa kestämään Hävittää hermopaineet Välillä on syytä ihan sovinnolla Olla hunningolla, aivan kuutamolla Se poistaa ikävää ja silloin sielu lepää On niin pehmeää Pehmeää Sovinnolla Hunningolla Kuutamolla Sovinnolla Hunningolla Kuutamolla Välillä on syytä ihan sovinnolla Olla hunningolla, aivan kuutamolla Se poistaa ikävää ja silloin sielu lepää On niin pehmeää Pehmeää / Wasting The Dawn / Been runnin' away so long from the day Into the strange night of stone To fade away As the light is gently Bleedin' out of my soul Penetratin' the evening As I ride On this endless road But you can't turn back the time It always gonna wait on the line Some may wish never to be born Wastin' the dawn Like a rose growin' from the Christ's thorn Wastin' the dawn Been waitin' for you for so long Little bird of prey To fly me higher To the brighter day Where the Lizard lingers long Under the sun Forgettin' the night Darkest July Paris '71 But you can't turn back the time It always gonna wait on the line ...Some may wish never to be born Wastin' the dawn Like a rose growin' from the Christ's thorn Wastin' the dawn...x6 / The Byronic Man / As lonely as a poet on the walls of Jericho Or the moon without the comfort of the stars I am loathe to know it that a man without a soul Is nothing but a spilt canopic jar I proved it, improved it Drove a sonnet right through it And in this state of bliss Evil kissed with wet lips Pen-filled fingertips Which throught me, for throught me Illuminati usually pissed But with words of some hurts worth I threw a party that extended God’s list Exciting new flames that my fame would claim for me Reciting back the almanac of travesties They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto Grown wild this childe Whole harems defiled Faustina’s and Mina’s Lady Libertine and her sisters between her What spread of lies arise when lovers die Which circle of hell is mine when I arrive? They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch Crow against the virgin snow Grown colder, my shoulder Like a boulder beside her And bolder, not wiser My dark seed took up root inside her That mouldered, where older Beddings would hold a passionate sigh But laudanum and soda Lord Numb coda Merited a forest of inherited spite Fleeing grief for foreign maps I still played vampire aristocrat Unloading my gun in hot, promiscuous laps Then shooting swans in a gondola I tripped my foot on a fallen star And there’s nothing like a mouthful of Venetian tar To let you know just who you fucking are The patron saint of heartache Can't see world is falling, the world is falling down Ever after, can they hear my laughter? The patron saint of heartache Never craft a better bed of disaster… The patron saint of heartache They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Taught in all debauch In excess and in canto They call me bad Mad Caliban with manners Dangerous to know A passing fad Whereupon I tell them To go fuck their mothers As so… On my grave в началото |