Anne Boleyn she kept her tin Which all her hopes and dreams were in She plans to run away with him forever (Never to be seen again) Leaves a note and
[Darkthrone Cover] [Bonus on LP] Transilvanenhunger Kalt! ...Kalt Die Berge sind kalt So... kalt! Deine HA¤nde sind grausam Spuk! ...Spuk ! Achtsam
Hello my name is fern, and i just moved out west, why i left my home town, is anybody's guess, finding jobs today, in romania is tough, i been unemployed
Taken tetner Mrket faller Ondskap Slumrer Skogen kaller Her ute i Dyrets domene gjennom en dyster, Gusten Skog engler lper, engler flyr vekk fra min
Naberg reiste seg, n'r ved Mannahemens garden. íkstid, Sverdtid, ufred var der ikke - dog var er byllepestens plager. Ingen gjestet frender, ingen
Kan du yne Slottet i det fjerne og dets lystige, skralende fest Par som danser, par som ler par som svmmer i uakstom Synd Og under den sol dom (de) sorte
Flittermice of Eld Unveiled at the plenilune Rising terrestrial power umbraged by celestial light Fordone by Mournful rest now seeking to be
En Grind stod apen, en rytter viste seg. En Kald Take hadde lagt seg over marken. Ni Svarte hester, og ni armerte menn. Et íye stirret Olmt ned
Ien gammel ask - hang en Naskald gubbe, Under en Svart himmel - hvorfra Regnet fosset ned. Ingen for dithen - for a hugge liket ned, for ingen kunne vite
Over fjell og gjennom Torner Gjennnom den One Dunkle Skog D som ein Kriger, Hodet pa eit tre Skjr i kjtt. Naler dype i huden ned. Ravners nebb i Blod
Transilvanian Hunger the mountain so Cold Cold Cold Soul Cold Your hands are cruel careful ... pale ... To Haunt, to Haunt forever at Night Take me
Everywhere I go, everyone I see, knows the secret languishing down inside of me. A change of scene could be the key, go to the cupboard, take out the
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[M: Cryonic Temple L: Axelsson] As the sun is going down, on a dark and cloudy sky, you can se there's something coming your way A wagon lead by horses
If you want to know how to fly high, I can go now To a place where all the concubines Meet and converse with them, marvel at their pale skin Wonder how
I rode my bicycle past your window last night I roller skated to your door at daylight It almost seems like you're avoiding me I'm okay alone but you'
One, two One, three, three He wants you to put this plate of crumbs Back into the refrigerator When you do, he wants you to make sure To bring this plate
She was born in an oil-drum South side of Chicago When East St. Louis was not far away She'd lace knives to her boots and go down to the riverbed Skate