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Satanas

19. 04. 2003
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Neewoa

bez milosti....

Vo večnej dezilúzii,
v temnote vekov stratený,
v zbesilej nenávisti,
šialenej mysle...
naveky zhanobený.

 

V nevinnej krvi sa bažiaci,
v úbohosti vlastnej duše..
Nenávidený a opovrhovaný..
V pohľade vraha
večným plameňom horiaci..

 

Bezmocne padajúc

do útrob pekelných...

V poslednom povzdychu

psychedéliou snov pohltený...

hynúc pre lásku smrteľnú...

Upadá do temnôt večnosti...



 


Kermi
27. 05. 2003
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Anonym87 nevie o com hovorí. Nedaj sa ním odradiť.Neboj sa minimalne jedneho citatela tu vzy najdes co sa ta zastane. (Hadaj koho :)) ) páááá. :))

Kermi
10. 05. 2003
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ano pride a je strasne fajn

Riana
09. 05. 2003
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sice upada ale vzdy pride nas5.aj v tom je jeho caro:o)*t*

Kermi
08. 05. 2003
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si fakt skvela Neewoa :) o pár rokov bude o tebe vediet svet :))

Jess
02. 05. 2003
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Eeeek! :-)*

Achhh ... I feel good! Já tě prostě můžu :o)) Si Great!

Notreal
26. 04. 2003
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tak tohle je přesně tak napsáno jak jsi to představuji já!!!!! §§§as§a§sa§s§as§as§as§a§sa§s§as§a§s§a§s§a§sa§s§as ********************************************************************

Jo, konečně je tu něco, co stojí za přečtení :-) tip

Krel
23. 04. 2003
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dobré...

York
20. 04. 2003
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Alcohol is in my veins Tears fall as I think of you The true memory you left me with Is a key to the wine of melancholy I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows As you hurted on that stake they burnt my soul as well Your pure feelings, your pure hate, it was not enough Natassia, my beloved ***satanic witch The power in your eyes and yourself Worked for the numble in men Pass the bottle, pass the knife Pass me your unholy crafts I shall never forget you, the best of all there is I lick your cold lips, I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe You never kissed the priest, you never drank the blood of jews Weird, they say - well, turn it upside down like you did And they kill, kill, and they take you away... Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign You live in me, like you moved in with my soul Your resurrection is the spirit of you - installed in me So now, your thoughts and your pain are my wine And Natassia, I'll get these goddamn angels drunk... Alcohol is in my veins Tears fall as I think of you The true memory you left me with Is a key to the wine of melancholy I drown myself in the deepest of sorrows As you hurted on that stake they burnt my soul as well Your pure feelings, your pure hate, it was not enough Natassia, my beloved satanic witch The power in your eyes and yourself Worked for the numble in men Pass the bottle, pass the knife Pass me your unholy crafts I shall never forget you, the best of all there is I lick your cold lips, I embrace your coffin as I sigh in woe You never kissed the priest, you never drank the blood of jews Weird, they say - well, turn it upside down like you did And they kill, kill, and they take you away... Now, centuries later, I do yours and my sign You live in me, like you moved in with my soul Your resurrection is the spirit of you - installed in me So now, your thoughts and your pain are my wine And Natassia, I'll get these goddamn angels drunk... Lucia z temnoty zrodená, máš fajn štýl, ****

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