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  james
  teuta
  lucija
  petra
  ita
  cigareta bez upaljača
  maja
  
  
  
  zovem se prljava sumska vila...
  idem u 8.razred(mlado dijete)...
  slusam:nirvana,him,slayer,
  children fo bodom,cradle fo filth,
  marduk,korn,metallica,helloween,
  hammerfall,mayhem,deicide,
  evanesence,guns n roses,
  system of a down,bullet of my valentine,
  my chemical romance...
  izlazim na ribnjak...
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  metallica:die die my darling
  
  Die die die my darling
  Don't utter a single word
  Die die die my darling
  Just shut your pretty eyes
  I'll be seeing you again
  Yeah I'll be seeing you in hell
  So dont cry to me oh baby
  Your future's in an oblong box
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  You should have seen it a comin' on
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  Had to know it was in your power
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  Dead end goal for a dead end girl
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  And now your life drains on that floor
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  Die, die, die my darling
  Don't utter a single word
  Die, die, die my darling
  Just shut your pretty mouth
  I'll be seeing you again
  I'll be seeing you in hell
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  Your future's in an oblong box
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  You should have seen it a-comin' on
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  Had to know it was in your power
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  Dead-end goal for a dead-end girl
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  Now your life drains on that floor
  Dont cry to me oh baby
  Die, die, die my darling
  Don't utter a single word
  Die, die, die my darling
  Shut your pretty mouth
  I'll be seeing you again
  I'll be seeing you in hell
  Die, die, die
  Die, die, die
  Die, die, die
  Die
  
  cradle of filth:from cradle to the enslave
  
  Two thousand fattened years like maniacs
  Have despoiled our common
  grave
  Now what necrophagous Second Coming backs
  From the cradle to
  enslave?
  
  Sickle constellations
  Stud the belts that welt the
  sky
  Whilst the bitter winter moon
  Prowls the cloud, dead-eyed
  Like
  shifting parent flesh
  Under silk matricide...
  
  Watchful as she was upon
  Eden
  Where every rose arbour and orchard she swept
  Hid the hissing of a
  serpent Libido
  In an ancient tryst with catastrophe
  Soon the be
  kept
  
  Hear that hissing now on the breeze
  As through the plundered
  groves of the carnal garden
  A fresh horror blows but ten billion souls
  Are
  blind to see the rotting wood for the trees
  
  This is the theme to a better
  Armageddon
  Nightchords rake the heavens
  PAN DAEMON AEAON
  
  And what
  use are prayers to that god?
  As devils bay concensus for the space to
  piss
  On your smouldering faith
  And the mouldering face
  Of this world
  long a paradise lost
  
  This is the end of everything
  Hear the growing
  chora that a new dawn shall bring
  
  Danse macabre 'neath the tilt of the
  zodiac
  Now brighter stars shall reflect on our fate
  What sick nativities
  will be freed when those lights burn black?
  The darkside of the mirror always
  threw our malice back...
  
  I see the serpentine in your eyes
  The nature
  of the beast as revelations arrive
  
  Our screams shall trail to
  Angels
  For those damned in flames repay
  All sinners lose their lot on
  Judgement Day
  We should have cut our looses as at Calvary
  But our hearts
  like heavy crosses held the vain belief
  Salvation, like a promised
  nation
  Gleamed a claim away...
  
  This is the end of everything you have
  ever known
  Buried like vanquished reason
  Death is season
  Drive like the
  drifting snow
  Peace, a fragile lover, left us fantasising war
  On our knees
  or another f**ker's shore
  Heiling new flesh
  Read, then roared
  To a
  crooked cross and a Holy Cause
  What else be whipped to frenzy
  for?
  
  This is the end of everything
  Rear the tragedies
  That the
  Seraphim shall sing
  
  Old adversaries
  Next to Eve
  Now they're clawing
  back
  I smell their cumming
  As through webbed panes of meat
  Led by hoary
  Death
  They never left
  Dreaming sodomies
  To impress on human
  failure
  When we've bled upon our knees
  
  Tablatures of gravel
  law
  Shall see Gehennah paved
  When empires fall
  And nightmares
  crawl
  From the cradle to enslave....
  
  This is the end of everything