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LoNe_WolFDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:34 PM | Message # 1
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Haunted

When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn
And when ought is to befall
That ancient line in the pale of moonshine

He walks from all to hall
His form you may trace, but not his face
'tis shadowed by his cowl
But his eyes may be seen from the folds between
And they seem of a parted soul

Say nought to thim as he walks the hall
And he'll say nought to you
He sweeps along in his dusky pall

As o'er the grass the dew
Then gramercy for the black friar
Heaven sain him, fair no foul

And whatsoe'er may be his prayer
Let ours be for his soul

When an heir is born, he is heard to mourn
And when ouhgt is to befall
That ancient line in the pale of moonshine



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LoNe_WolFDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:35 PM | Message # 2
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Devoured

Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor

Impossible to stand the heat
Ants begin to eat the meat
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor

[Solo Padde]

[Solo Christian]

In a hour the vultures will get their food

[Solo Tore]

They're just now in the eating mood

Towards it comes an adder
It starts to eat the urine bladder

When the snake has had his lunch
The head is just an empty conch

[Solo Christian]

This is dainty to the tarantulas

[Solo Tore]

A relay is this rotting carcass

Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
Unsupported on mothers floor



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LoNe_WolFDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:36 PM | Message # 3
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Incantation

The man of Ea am I
The mand of Dakima am I
The messanger of Markuk am I
My spell is the spell of Ea

My incantation is the incantaion of Marduk
The circle of Ea is in my hand
The Tamarisk, The powerfull weapon of Anu
In my hand I hold....



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metallistDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:39 PM | Message # 4
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Old Funeral-Alone Walking

Alone walkyng, in thought plaining,
And sore sighing, all desolate
Me remembryng, of my livyng,
My dethe wishyng, bothe erly and late.

Infortunate, is so my fate,
That vote ye what? Out of measure.

My life i hate, thus desperate
In soche pore eslate doe i endure.

Of othir cure am i not sure
Thus to endure is hard certain.

Such is my ure i you ensure:
What creature maie have more pain?

My truthe so plain is take in vain,
And grete disdain in remembraunce;

Yet i full faine would me complaine
Me to abstaine from this penaunce;

But in substaunce none Allegeaunce
Of my grevaunce can i not finde:

Right so my chaunce with Displesaunce
Doeth me avaunce and thus an ende.



-----"Gje han evig kvile-----
------Gje han sjelefred------
------Gje han sælt minne!"--
 
metallistDate: Saturday, 2007-06-23, 9:40 PM | Message # 5
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Old Funeral-Devoured Carcass (live)

Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor

Impossible to stand the heat
Ants begin to eat the meat
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor

Solo Padde
Solo Christian

In a hour the vultures will get their food

Solo Tore

They're just now in the eating mood

Towards it comes an adder
It starts to eat the urine bladder

When the snake has had his lunch
The head is just an empty conch

Solo Christian

This is dainty to the tarantulas

Solo Tore

A relay is this rotting carcass

Lost in a land in the middle of nowhere
Body bolted to the gournd
Trunk-liquor dries in sores
unsupported on mothers floor



-----"Gje han evig kvile-----
------Gje han sjelefred------
------Gje han sælt minne!"--
 
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