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Vaffanculo a sta primavera del cazzo.
Tutti gli anni la stessa storia.
L'unica cosa positiva è che almeno non mangio :°D
Voglio tornare a Milano e voglio tornare a bere la birra buona :°°°°
Voglio togliermi da qua anyway...
Comunque complimentoni a Libero per lo scherzone divertentissimo del pesce d'aprile.
Ah ah mi sto sbellicando dalle risate.
Billy Idol - Rebel Yell
Last night a little dancer
Came dancin to my door
Last night a little angel
Came pumping on the floor
She said a come baby
Ive got a license for love
And if it expires
Pray help from above
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Owww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
More, more, more
More, more, more
She dont like slavery
She wont sit and beg
But when Im tired and lonely
She sees me to bed
What set you free
And brought you to me, babe
What set you free
I need you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Wowww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
More, more, more
He lives in his own heaven
Collects it to go from the seven eleven
Well hes out all night to collect a fare
Just so long, just so long it dont mess up his hair
Oww ha
I walk the ward for you, babe
A thousand miles with you
I dried your tears of pain
A million times for you
Id sell my soul for you, babe
For money to burn for you
Id give you all and have none, babe
Just a, just a, just a, just a
To have you here by me
Because
In the midnight hour
She cried more, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
Wowww
In the midnight hour, babe
More, more, more
With a rebel yell
She cried more, more, more
More, more, more
Oo yeah, a little baby
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
Oo yeah, a little angel
She want more
More, more, more, more, more
INFO
...DOOMED MADNESS...
The night is cold
and the sky is without light
only a darkned moon
will be the witness in this night
First hymnes are heard
the invocation starts
with love they call
lord's presence is the harvest
The sacrifice is done
a innocent virgin is dead
bodies start to fuck
total orgasm is consumed
The dead virgin
now is fucked
sodomy in this night
necromancy is complete
Pleasure and delight
satanic lust
NOCTURNAL BLASPHEMIES
Lustful bitch from damnation, Hell wicked slut
Death bloody orgy
thousand virgins cry ecstacy and pain
Forcing the pure to eternal perversion
live in sin and evil Witch of the flame
cast a blackened spell of serpent of all Hell
Deceitful wench of darkness
Countess of lust Sadistic whore
Goddess of perversity
By black light of the moon
holy fetus is ripped from breeding womb
As the blood runs oh, on the pentagram of hate
she takes her soul
Raping the horns of the master of torment her loins they burn
A scream of all pleasures
from thrusting of evil spreads her lips wide
Deceitful wench of darkness Countess of lust Sadistic whore
Goddess of perversity
Pure hate from her veins flows down her thighs
come ride the slut
Form circle of damned cut deep the knife ritual of pain
Cult witches dance as the virgins slayed in fire
Goddess of perversity performs the rites of sodomy in Hell
PROVERBS OF HELL
In seed time learn, in harvest teach, in winter enjoy.
Drive your cart and your plow over the bones of the dead.
The road of excess leads to the palace of wisdom.
Prudence is a rich ugly old maid courted by Incapacity.
He who desires but acts not, breeds pestilence.
The cut worm forgives the plow.
Dip him in the river who loves water.
A fool sees not the same tree that a wise man sees.
He whose face gives no light, shall never become a star.
Eternity is in love with the productions of time.
The busy bee has no time for sorrow.
The hours of folly are measur'd by the clock, but of wisdom: no clock can measure.
All wholsom food is caught without a net or a trap.
Bring out number weight & measure in a year of dearth.
No bird soars too high, if he soars with his own wings.
A dead body revenges not injuries.
The most sublime act is to set another before you.
If the fool would persist in his folly he would become wise.
Folly is the cloke of knavery.
Shame is Prides cloke...
W. Blake
DROPS OF MELANCHOLY
...Everything Here Is So Cold
Everything Here Is So Dark
I Remember It As From A Dream
In The Corner Of This Time...
It's night again
Night you beautiful
I please my hunger
On living humans
Night of hunger
Follow it's call
Follow the freezing moon...
...Darkness Is Growing, Eternity Opens
The Cemetary Lights Up Again
As In Ancient Times
Fallen Souls Die Behind My Steps
By Following The Freezing Moon...
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il 19/05/2009 alle 15:33
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