Dark Funeral - Dead skin mask

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[Slayer cover]

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead cold flesh pacifies the means
Provocative images delicate features so smooth
A pleasant fragrance in the light of the moon

[CHORUS]
Dance with the dead in my dreams
Listen to their hallowed screams
The dead have taken my soul
Temptation s lost all control

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

In the depths of a mind insane
Fantasy and reality are the same

Graze the skin with my finger tips
The brush of dead warm flesh pacifies the means
Incised members ornaments on my being
Adulating the skin before me

Simple smiles elude psychotic eyes
Lose all mind control rationale declines
Empty eyes enslave the creations
Of placid faces and lifeless pageants

[CHORUS]

Inne utwory

  • Atrium regina
  • Attera totus sanctus
  • When angels forever die
  • 666 Voices inside
  • Feed on the mortals
  • Godhate
  • An apprentice of satan
  • Vobiscum Satanas
  • Enriched by evil
  • Final ritual
  • Evil prevail
  • Diabolis interium
  • Bloodfrozen
  • Goddess of Sodomy
  • The secrects of the black arts
  • Heart of ice
  • Hail murder
  • Losowe utwory

    Not big

    Now listen I think you and me have come to the end of our time,
    What d you want some kind of reaction?
    Well ok that s fine,
    Alright how would it make you feel if I told you that you never ever made me come?
    In the year and...

    Speechless

    Never said a thing to hurt you
    it s what I didn t say that made you cry
    and in all honesty
    I never would have deserted you
    I never dreamt that you would say goodbye

    I never said a thing to hurt you
    it s what I dind t say that made you cry
    and in...

    Nieprawdziwa historia cz.I

    Kwiatem twoim i cieniem jestem
    Rozkwitam i więdnę
    Moich ust czerwienią
    Włada błogi spokój
    Srebrna mgła otacza mnie
    Jesteś nocą a ona cieniem Ziemi,
    Po której stąpam
    Nierealny świat
    Nierealni my
    Nieprawdziwa historia...
    Malowałam łzami obrazy
    Jak przemijające dni
    Nierealni ludzie
    Nierealne zdarzenia
    Nieprawdziwi my
    ...

    Młode koty noszą wykrochmalone kołnierzyki

    Latem biegamy bez majtek
    Ale za to w dziurawych skarpetkach
    Po wydmach między choinkami
    Uganiamy się za mewami

    A zimą kiedy spadnie wielki śnieg
    Na nartach piratujemy po górach
    I wjeżdżamy między kolana
    ¬le wychowanych turystek

    Bo my jesteśmy rock n rollowcami
    I pijemy stare wino, pijemy je...

    She she little Sheila

    Well, she, she, she little Sheila
    Best lookin gal in town
    Well now, she, she, she little Sheila
    With your hair so long and brown
    Well you never-never know what my Sheila s puttin down

    Well now, Dick Clark said you re the best lookin girl
    On...

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