I'll be home for Christmas You can count on me Please, have snow and mistletoe And presents under the tree Christmas Eve will find me Where the love
Have yourself a merry little Christmas Let your heart be light From now on Our troubles will be out of sight Have yourself a merry little Christmas Make
Ci han trattenuto in hotel... caldo dopo la strage aerea E quale persona sei... basso ti fidi della retorica Ti giuro se sapessi di ferirti io non partirei
I like the way you hold your head If your brother knew, he'd have my head But I wouldn't care if I was dead If I had the chance to hold your hand But
In the morning mist by the waning moon Through the woods she set on foot With a sacred blade cut the berries down Dug up the dreaded mandrake root Tread
Our last day of summer, ninteen seventy nine. Gotta live it up one time before it's over. We will make history tonight! Out at the drive in, all of
Heavy sea, red burning water Lava is floating, smoke is blowing Before it was a precious island Now not even ruins left Drowned to the ground of the
Gathering the treasures of fields, forbidden fruit With a tangible visions inside Consuming the dreamscapes Burst trough your fragile shields Take you
Finally, dying day come and gone, Inside your grave you lay at the break of dawn, Now you find, your soul hasn't left this hallowed ground, Spirit screams
Most think when death comes, That spirits are judged, These cheap beliefs can bum in hell, Hopeless truth dying time comith, Spirits become my prey, Satisfying
Cannibalistic cravings I enjoy dining upon the flesh to the living or deceased. I drool at the throught of soft fleshy organs, prepared or raw to become
Graverobbing cemeteries, body parts I steal Using the meat and flesh, to consist of my meal, Often necrophilia invades my deranged twisted head, Spending
Gore hog brings death! Tusks... Soaked with warm blood... Immense pig of doom... Snout basted with gore. Tusks disembowel... Entrails pulled out Blood
Fire surrounds, searing flames lick, skin and hair bum, human flesh burning sweet, now sauteed meat, cooked alive Die by fire, painful death, Flames
A grave - robbed corpse is a souls disgrace, smother the decay of carcass into your face, Septic wash drowning in a retched river of excrement, shriek
Amputated appendages, limbless now, Nothing but a useless torso, and a sack of shit - filled organs... Dismembered Carcass Infectious gangrene has spread
All through the night They begin to take shape From the crack of the vinyl To the hiss of the tape Play and record Held down together Tabs pushed off
Started ou-out last night, I was thinkin' of days gone by-y Of the times I've had, And the things that I've left behi-ind Some change, some die, Still