Spit white speech the voice is mine the skin of the slit cut cigarette size The butt size head voluptuous white cum cigarette slit the spitting line
Deira dagar har m?rkna Moder jord meld sitt fraafall Men sverdet har gaat vidare Til ein ny b?rar Me er einsomme menn Me b?r fenresulvens muspell Skoll
These constellations gleaming at us from afar They give rise to frigid memories in my mind My stellar memetoes are the brightest signs that twinkle away
Frozen streams and vapours gray, cold and waste the landscape lay... Then a hale of wind. Hither-Whirling, Thither-Swilrling, Spinn the fog and spinn
based on the poem "Tragediens Trone" by John Henrik Svaren, is translated by the undersigned, and hereby dedicated to Kristoffer Garm Rygg Hear! From
Await the coming storm. Behold the sign in the sun. Chaos upon us spawn! The arrows of time points us all. Oh, well, the maddening laughter growing louder
Here is so desolate; Times, they are dark Words ceas' - to end as echoes rolling afar Empathy arises whilst thou drapest this world in black; The only
Unfortunate the hoax that you are not immune For if beauty was hurt Like children naked and misused We would aspire towards States of disturbed emotions
Full of frequency an unintelligible roar of everything ever lived or altogether avoided life A storm of voices and backward thoughts through deserts
Probing a voiceless void Pearching for a closure Poisoned tentacles from the past Are tumbling fumbling closet Mood set On full scale regret Peaking an
Mechanical shutdown due to reactorcore meltdown And outdated parts collapsed and discharged Autopilot on emergency power from Random fuel devoured Red
The echoes of a dream I dreamt In a distant past is here at last Drowning me fast Why are the ripples so old and vast Catching up to me? what did I see
Walking among shadows Shady characters of faded cast Acting out their last role Beautiful lonely stars These are my people These fallen stars You may
Crowded mind working overtime in a shrinking stinking home a Presence arrives just out of sight Hides in the maze collects all mistakes White noise withering
Third night in flight My body says no but my mind says go Moonshine delirium what is that lurking behind the curtain There at an instant then gone with
Med gufs og hyl jeg visner marken Ett uggent gys skiller ved og barken Ser tilbake pa frost og take Natt som dag I evig vake Gold kulde river Mot lys
Change channel I am bored again Take five and restart the game I suggest a different approach Remake the world with a devilish touch Evolution is too
The subjects of sleep Their faces once awake on sodomy and death and smoke and laughter their feet no longer underground The snow hides the traces never