October
21 November 2007
Min nya tatoo, kallar den Punishment.
"I'll steal your soul for a second chance
You will die, come what may
Your soul makes me stronger
In your life you'll breath
"Now you've really crossed the line
Your hate for me is divine
My love yearns for your suffer
On your grave lurks my prosper
Taunt more as a lure but its no use
Knots tight my excite
I prepare
The flinch in your eyes calls your bluff
Feel free to die when you’ve had enough
Useless cause is breaking your back
Your life will end when you attack
Make your move
Make your stand
Make th
"You got nothin’ and nothin’s got you
I can see your fear it surrounds you
Built with strife and insight but it’s not enough
I’ll defeat and discreet your every move
Instinctual, just ta
"I'm standing on a tiny platform
It must be about three feet square
It is heated from underneath
And the rubber on my shoes is melting
If I try to sit I burn myself
If I stand I get tired
And I
"I breathe deep and fill my lungs
With nothing but a macabre breeze
I lay
Choking on angels vomit
Angelically sputtering out Spinal fluid of Christ
I fall to my mangled palms
beg for this ni
Tatuering
Svårt att fota sig själv i nacken.
TRUE WIND RUNE..
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