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Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
Herbst Nargaroth The dying sun sinks, blood-red into a misty sleep. Regret stirs in the heart, where once my failure struck me.
And my hands, now withered like paper, burn in the heart-chilling pain. And old laughter, which makes me shudder, mocks me in all this sorrow.
And no scar remained nameless, in the battle of vanity. Bleeding, we remained on the field and lick the wounds of time.
The song of the Norns reminds, of so much sleeping past. The story of love breaks, no matter how seriously you mean it.
The tears rest like young rain on soon-to-be-dying grass. Softly, moss nestles against weathered walls of hearts that I never forgot...
Where did the longing for your skin remain? It screams in my head alone. May it happen to me alone, with all its doubt and screaming.
The strange bed, into which I fled in the evening, was as cold as in the morning. Once our hearts were united, now withered, betrayed, and old.
I have often lied for you, no matter with whom or with whom you slept. A stranger's scent still clings to your hair, which is like the demon you flee from.
For a long time, we have not looked into each other's eyes, because we stole too many kisses. At night, we cut our sins into our flesh, which reminds us eternally of torment.
Still, we will drunkenly climb thousands of castles, which will soon be ruins. But we are not yet standing on stone battlements, that our dreams are already dying in the wind.
Added 1 hour 18 minutes ago Possessed By Black Fucking Metal Nargaroth
Once upon a time as black metal ruled. The blood was hot. The hearts were strong. The future seems to be ours.
But nothing more remained. Because black metal died. Gone the days of pure underground. Of spirit, pain and fire.
So listen to your heart, what black metal means to you. You're weak destroy yourself. You're from old days remember his corpse.
So I summon the old warriors. That we shall begin. To kill the false and hate one to satisfy our hate.
Because I'm possesed by black fucking metal I'm possesed by black fucking metal I'm possesed by black fucking metal I'm possesed by black fucking metal
Added 1 minute ago I actually enjoy listening to White Roses. Moreover, I even tried to understand the meaning of the lyrics for the first time :smile04;
Added 24 minutes ago Bob Marley - Put it on
Когда я умер, небыло никого, кто бы это опроверг клан "Vampires" P.S. ...но против креста Я не пойду никогда...
Splean - Dusty Tale
We walked the road, seeking our fate,
In one village, an old man let us stay for the night.
We drank strong moonshine – the host was kind to us,
A river flowed outside the window, a pine forest rustled.
I drink a little more than I can, but less than I want,
When I drink, I don't sing – I don't sing, I shout.
No one will shut my mouth, no one will forbid my dance,
But then the old man said, "Let me," and began his story.
Ivan was fabulously rich but had no children.
Ivan set a large oak table and invited guests.
He slept with a widow – the widow said, "Wait.
Now it's winter; I'll give birth when the rains come."
Ivan, happy, snored like a Red Army regiment.
He slept soundly when a wolf appeared to him in a dream.
The wolf said, "If you want a daughter, throw your head into the fire.
If you want a son, give me your right hand.
Don't be stubborn like a donkey, be pure as a tear,
But know – if you want to deceive, the widow will give birth to a goat."
Having said all this, the wolf disappeared, and Ivan opened his eyes.
The widow lay on her side, stroking her rear.
Ivan quickly put on his boots and trousers,
Harnessed three swift black horses, and the horses galloped.
Ivan rode for four days to Kudykina Mountain.
There, on the mountain, lived his friend Makar, all in gold and silver.
Makar worked as a city guard and squandered his earnings.
Learning about Ivan's trouble, he said, "Let's catch the beast."
They set traps along the forest paths.
A lion, an owl, and a hare were caught, but not the wolf.
The friends found some food and rushed into the forest.
While chasing the wolves, spring ended.
Ivan drank wine all summer, wandering along the swamps.
The widow sat by the window, stroking her belly.
One August day, hearing Ivan's cry,
The widow grabbed kerosene and set the reeds on fire.
It was a kind of signal – a fire blazed.
September had not yet arrived when Makar arrived.
Makar pushed aside the reeds and looked through the fire.
And there was Ivan, headless, and where was his hand?
Makar cursed, "Damn it," but quietly, not out of malice.
The widow didn't wait for the rains and gave birth to a goat.
Twelve years have passed since then; Makar went to jail for bribery.
The goat was put in the garden, and the goat became lame.
Ivan is buried near the swamps – it's quiet there, no one around.
And colorful reeds grow from his chest.
The old man finished, quietly stood up, and opened the hayloft for us.
The friends fell asleep that very hour, and only I didn't sleep.
I thought, looking at the moon, what happened to the widow.
All night, through the snoring of my friends, I heard a wolf's howl
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!
All of the king's horses and all of the king's men couldn't pull my heart back together again. All of the physicians and mathematicians too failed to stop my heart from breaking in two. Cos all i need is you. I just need you. Yeah you got the glue so I'm gonna give my heart to you.
Наше оружие - неожиданность! Неожиданность и страх, страх и неожиданность - это два наших оружия! Плюс безжалостность - три наших оружия: страх, неожиданность и безжалостность! И ещё фанатичная преданность Папе - четвёртое! Наше оружие включает в себя... наше оружие включает в себя... страх, неожиданность... я сейчас!