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[lolosky]

Band: Opeth
Album: Ghost Reveries
Song: Reverie / Harlequin Forest

Into the trees
Past meadow grounds
And further away from my home
Baying behind me
I hear the hounds
Flock's chasing to find me alone

A trail of sickness
Leading to me
If I am haunted
Then you will see

Searching the darkness
And emptiness
I'm hiding away from the sun
Will never rest
Will never be at ease
All my matter's expired so I run

There falls another
Vapor hands released the blade
Insane regrets at the drop
Instruments of death before me

Lose all to save a little
At your peril it's justified
And dismiss your demons
As death becomes a jest
You are the laughing stock
Of the absinthe-minded
Confession stuck in your mouth
And long-gone fevers reappear

Nocturnally helpess
And weak in the light
Depending on a prayer
Pacing deserted roads to find
A seed of hope

They are the trees
Rotten pulp inside and never well
Roots sucking, thieving from my source
Tired boughs reaching for the light

It is all false pretension
Harlequin forest
Awaiting redemption for a lifetime
As they die alone
With no one by their side
Are they forgiven?

Stark determination
Poisoning the soul
Unfettered beast inside
Chiming sovereign control

And now the woods are burning
Tearing life-crops asunder
Useless blackened remains
Still pure smoldering

[Maduin]

GRAND THEFT AUTUMN/WHERE IS YOUR BOY TONIGHT?
by fall out boy

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

When I wake up,
I'm willing to take my chances on the hope i forget you hate
him more than you notice I wrote this for you.
You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

Someday I'll appreciate in value, get off my ass and call you...
but for the meantime I'll sport my brand new fashion of waking up
with pants on at 4:00 in the afternoon.

You need him. I could be him...
I could be an accident but I'm still trying.
That's more than I can say for him.

Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.
Where is your boy tonight? I hope he is a gentleman.
Maybe he won't find out what I know:
you were the last good thing about this part of town.

[lolosky]

Band: Opeth
Album: Ghost Reveries
Song: Ghost Of Perdition

Ghost of Mother
Lingering death
Ghost on Mother's bed
Black strands on the pillow
Contour of her health
Twisted face upon the head

Ghost of perdition
Stuck in her chest
A warning no one could read
Tragic friendship
Called inside the fog
Pouring venom brew deceiving

Devil cracked the earthly shell
Foretold she was the one
Blew hope into the room and said:
"You have to live before you die young"

Holding her down
Channeling darkness
Hemlock for the Gods
Fading resistance
Draining the weakness
Penetrating inner light

Road into the dark unaware
Winding even higher

Darkness by her side
Spoke and passed her by
Dedicated hunter
Waits to pull us under
Rose up to its call
In his arms she'd fall
Mother light received
And a faithful servant's free

In time the hissing of her sanity
Faded out her voice and soiled her name
And like marked pages in a diary
Everything seemed clean that is unstained
The incoherent talk of ordinary days
Why would we really need to live?
Decide what is clear and what's within a haze
What you should take and what to give

Ghost of perdition
A saint's premonition's unclear
Keeper of holy hordes
Keeper of holy whores

To see a beloved son
In despair of what's to come

If one cut the source of the flow
And everything would change
Would conviction fall
In the shadow of the righteous
The phantasm of your mind
Might be calling you to go
Defying the forgotten morals
Where the victim is the prey

The Birthday Massacre- Video Kid

Next phase, next craze, next nothing new.
Got the pretty boy beat him up black and blue.
Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two.
Turned him into a video kid like you.

I know you're just pretending.
There's no window for escape.
I know you see right through me.
There's no promise left to break.

Shot the pretty boy killed him on commodore.
Need a new game, need a new something more.
Got a new face got a new way to score.
Got a voice like something I've heard before.

I know you're just pretending.
There's no window for escape.
I know you see right through me.
There's no promise left to break.

The message misleading.
We're lying, we're cheating.
We're only repeating.
The motions preceding.

[lolosky]

Band: Sinergy
Album: To Hell And Back
Song: Lead Us To War

Lead us to war... ...war!
return home because war's where
the heart is
lead us to war... ...war!
a procession fallen into submission

Black skies surround everyday
there's no sign of the light that once
embraced us
Time is our enemy now
without warning it carries us far away
dig deeper intot his hole
falling faster and leaving
ourselves to blame
shackles of death hold us down
use the anger inside to keep us war

A violent struggle to break free
soon there will be some hell to pay
we've had enough, so let us be
we want to see the light of day

Lead us to war... ...war!
return home because war's where
the heart is
lead us to war... ...war!
a procession fallen into submission

Dementia slowly sets in
we lay lifeless, allowing it to grasp us
eating away at our souls
one by one, growing weaker every
moment
the end approaching so near
now at last we seek comfoft
in our madness
the night encompassed by silence
we have sunk to the bottom
of this nightmare!

A violent struggle to break freee
soon there will be some hell to pay
we've had enough, so let us be
we want to see the light of day

Lead us to war... ...war!
return home because war's where
the heart is
lead us to war... ...war!
a procession fallen into submission

[Bryan]

American Head Charge - Nothing Gets Nothing

freedom is everything
resolve impossible
you prayed for rain
ignoring the flood
you took me with you
to heaven
back again
bleed to remember
that everything ends
blind and looking forward
I can see the shapes
but cant make out the faces
still they come in close
excuse this ugly shell my
gaping holes drip pride
a systematic shutdown
of diminishing returns
NOTHING GETS EASIER GETS!
I held you down
on the day of the lord
31 marks like the day
I was born
I called you beautiful
before I knew you
watch me destroy it
set myself free
still so dead and frozen
we all survive it
restraints brought
back for color
the most insulting guilt
such sweet attractive layers
let me remove them all
NOTHING GETS EASIER GETS!
bring me home
let me down
send me back
collecting the phases
the less I give
its easier
the more we give
its nothing
NOTHING GETS NOTHING!

[.EcKS.]

time to dance- panic! at the disco

[lolosky]

Band: Arcturus
Album: The Sham Mirrors
Song: Nightmare Heaven

The subjects of sleep
Their faces once awake
on sodomy and death
and smoke and laughter
their feet no longer
underground

The snow hides the traces
never set in a first place

This negative kingdom
hey horrible and white
the angels all stone
passing their years
hoping to be saved
from oblivion
...by oblivion

And the miracle is that
nothing has happened
nothing has a history
or a name

Only the voice
of falling snow

Cradle Of Filth - Her ghost in the fog|album: "Lovecraft & Witch Hearts" (2002)


"The Moon, she hangs like a cruel portrait
soft winds whisper the bidding of trees
as this tragedy starts with a shattered glass heart
and the Midnightmare trampling of dreams
But on, no tears please
Fear and pain may accompany Death
But it is desire that shepherds it's certainty
as We shall see..."

She was divinity's creature
That kissed in cold mirrors
A Queen of Snos
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Dark liqoured eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She shone on watercolours
Of my pondlife as pearl
Until those who couldn't have Her
Cut Her free of this World

That fateful Eve when...
The trees stank of sunset and camphor
Their lanterns chased phantoms and threw
An imquisitive glance, like the shadows they cast
On my love picking rue by the light of the moon

Putting reason to flight
Or to death as their way
They crept through woods mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Of Her hips that held sway
Over all they surveyed
Save a mist on the rise
(A deadly blessing to hide)
Her ghost in the fog

They raped left...
(Five men of God)
...Her ghost in the fog

Dawn discovered Her there
Beneath the Cedar's stare
Silk dress torn, Her raven hair
Flown to gown Her beauty bared
Was starred with frost, I knew Her lost
I wept 'til tears crept back to prayer

She'd sworn Me vows in fragrant blood
"Never to part
Lest jealous Heaven stole our hearts"

Then this I screamed:
"Come back to Me
I was born in love with thee
So why should fate stand inbetween?"

And as I drowned Her gentle curves
With dreams unsaid and final words
I espied a gleam trodden to earth
The Church bell tower key...

The village mourned her by the by
For She'd been a witch
their Men had longed to try
And I broke under Christ seeking guilty signs
My tortured soul on ice

A Queen of snow
Far beyond compare
Lips attuned to symmetry
Sought Her everywhere
Trappistine eyes
An Arabian nightmare...

She was Ersulie possessed
Of a milky white skin
My porcelain Yin
A graceful Angel of Sin

And so for Her...
The breeze stank of sunset and camphor
My lantern chased Her phantom and blew
Their Chapel ablaze and all locked in to a pain
Best reserved for judgement that their bible construed...

Putting reason to flight
Or to flame unashamed
I swept form cries
Mesmerized
By the taffeta Ley
Or Her hips that held sway
Over all those at bay
Save a mist on the rise
A final blessing to hide
Her ghost in the fog

And I embraced
Where lovers rot...
Her ghost in the fog

Her ghost in the fog

[Angel of Death]

The Million dollar man theme (Ted Dibiase)

INTRO/CHORUS

Money, Money, Money, Money

Money...

VERSE#1

"Everybody's got a price....Everybody's gonna pay...cause the million dollar man....always gets his way HAHAHAHA!!!!"

repeat chorus....then VERSE#2

"Some might cost a little....Some might cost a lot...But I'm the million dollar man...and YOU WILL BE BOUGHT HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!!"

Keep repeating. Over and over again.

thank god for Ted Dibiase. And finding old wrestling CD's.

Malice Through The Looking Glass-album: "Live In Dynamo '99"

Take away the wine
For restlessness plagues me....
I am assailed by a spectre profounder
Than hatred and grief or the sum of their hideous crime

I shalt suffer this confessional mime

Awaiting the sun to set, crimsoning seas
Only once it is dark doth my misery cease

She died to a sky dressed in flame
Eyes full of curses for her killers by choice
Who fell to their god o'er her vision and voice

"I am as dusk come to ravish the light"
Steal me from their stares and mute christ into night
"I will answer thy prayers"
If thou Wouldst drink of my life....

[Bryan]

Artist: Arch Enemy
Album: Wages Of Sin
Title: Ravenous

I am hunting for your soul
It dwells within your heart
I lacerate the pounding flesh
Your spirits shall be mine

So rise my spirit rise!
Revel in this dead mans' body
Grip his soul, sip the blood
Life is death
A holy carnage

Ravenous
I will be your god
Carnivorous Jesus
I need your flesh

Ritual slaughter
Fill up the chalice
With the essence of your life
Liquid strengths
Trapped in your veins
I crave your blood
You must die!