Drinking blood A red delightful bloody power My fatal bite The art of the blackest hour I suck your blood An immense everlasting lust Morning grows The
Before my eyes lies nothing but lies I cannot believe the scenes Taking place beneath our skies It makes me wanna do my time In a song or on the silver
set aflame Feral instincts help me go insane Shameless, searching endlessly To appease the burning urge in me Hunger of a thousand wolverines Satisfaction
I, I, I, I, I, I, I, I live to rise again To reborn and never end Once I'm on the other side I'll see if it was the end of my ride I live to transform
=========== Dedicated in memoriam Aloysius Bertrand (1807-1841) (lyrics: H}kansson, music: Anderson) Death thrust this avalanche the gnostic tears have
I got a 24-lane highway going straight through my head A peace of mind like a brainstorm and thoughts that knock me dead I've got sympathy for the devil
Come down for a minute Touch the grass on the other side Meet the devil who is your host Strike down what you believe in Get it done with a fucking gun
What you believe Is the vanity you conceive What you love you don't pen To put in a cage is to put to an end Enamored of the passion Life-sucking lust
Deep in the dark of the forest came calls of sound from the wolverine As they danced their wicked dance round the fire in a dead trance Raising the chalice
burning the new gods. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. you're welcome to my machine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine. page me wolverine
[lyrics: Hellid, music: Anderson/Cederlund] What u believe is the vanity u conceive What u love u don't pen to put in a cage is to put to an end Enamoured
The beast inside you feeds on your insecurity It thrives on remnants of the fear from behind all alone You are lost in his dungeon, you stumble and bleed
How come I don' know where to go? It seems all I've ever knows is gone My dream has finally ended After this there's nothing more for me All my life I
This insecure state... a constant struggle There's someone inside you staring back at me Is it this sleepy town, or is it just me? Is it just me? Is it
All the things we do when no one is watching All the things we say when no one listens In times of solitude we find ourselves... I think it's funny, I
A time, a hope, a place, a love, a start, a work A mold, a change, a move, a pin, a fight A loss, a turn, a light, a birth, an end... Walked into a house
It all just slipped away although I tried so hard to hold on And all those times we failed echo through this loss of mine I find it kind of strange that
Worn out eyes revealing an old and tired mind Battered through years and years of merciless abuse Facing this assault of ours is tearing me apart Watching
