bara för att skapa mer förvirring här så ska jag posta en väldigt uppmuntrande text jag skrev i morse:
I want to see the face of everyone who falls into the cold embrace of death, You’re in my nightmare I decide when it stops, God will send death and genocide as the walls of religion come crashing down, Tell me how it feels knowing chaos will never end
Tell me what it’s like when the horror begin
Join me in my quest to kill you in your nightmare of chaos and genocide
Some have called me Satan’s son
A name I cannot deny
Do you want to die?
Dreams born of desire
Shaped and forged within the fire
Twisted, warped, deranged I see
The world’s corrupt insanity
Dreams possess nightmare’s figures
Burning can’t escape the embers
Lost are those who trust the Liar
Satan’s son I’m born of fire
You really have no choice
Faded memories haunt you
Listen closely to my voice
Feed me all your hatred
Empty all your thoughts to me
I can fill your emptiness
With immortality
The Reaper guard’s the darkened Gates
That Satan calls his home
Demons feed the furnace where
The Dead are free to roam
Priests of Hades seek the sacred star
Satan sees the answer lies not far
Zombies screaming souls cry out to you
Satanic laws prevail your life is through
Satan watches all of us
Smiles as some do his bidding
Try to escape the grasp of my hand
And your life will no longer exist
Hear our cry, save us from
The Hell in which we live
We turn our heads toward the sky
And listen for the steel
Pray to the moon... when it is round
Death with you shall then abound
What you seek... for can’t be found
In the sky or underground
Now I have you deep inside my everlasting grasp
The seven bloody Gates of Hell
Is where you’ll live your last
