Tied up to posts
Blindfold so can't feel maintainance
Kickback art thou that thick?
Death of the dimwits
Businessman hits train
Businessman hits train
His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth
The journey takes one hour
And its a hexen hour
Hexen school
Hexen cursed
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule
Explain the mood harm
The DDR scene
Alpine pullovers
Alpine give over
You can clutch at my toes
You will drive me insane
You know nothing about it
It's not your domain
Don't confuse yourself with someone who has something to say
Cause its a hexen rain
Hexen fodder
Hexen cursed
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule explain the mood harm
While greenpeace looked like saffron on the realm
Brown, shrivelled
A Kellog's peace
The opposition was down
Red church on a hill
Red church on a hill
Styrofoam insides
Aluminium tiers
Louis Armstrong tapes waft down the aisles
And its a hexen hour
Hexen file
Hexen rule
Hexen bowl boils
Hexen rule in the hour of the fall
It takes grace to play the second fiddle well
His cap emblazoned a crusty knife
[Live only one,] was these you ate
Goes with you down, and pats your head
That's strife knot
Strife ker-not
Strife is life and don't forget it
Strife is life, you don't wanna hear it
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Could be thirteen or thirty one of this mob
Strife knot
Strife ker-not
Life is strife but you don't wanna hear it
Strife is life and that's it
And that's it, and that's it
And that's it
The following from Sinister Times:
Our pine pullovers
You can clutch at my toes
You will drive me insane
You know nothing about it
Its not your domain
Don't confuse yourself with
someone who has something to say.
That green peace looked like saffron on the realm
Brown, dishevelled
In her mind, like the eternal fight between black water masses and
unholy
rocks, fight her deepest wishes against the endless sorrow. In her life
she
does not find the way out. In her dreams she lives in another world.
Through
the woods, the woods of eternity to the mountains of deliverance. Her
face,
her skin, her pale tremble skin are wet from the black tears they are
running
down. In front of her there stands a burning cross in an ocean of
candles.
The twitching lights reflect in her eyes. Now she has only one wish - to
die.
Imploring she falls down on her knees and cries out her fear. Her whole
body
trembles in the light of fire, her face is agonized by pain. Like
sustained
from a foreign power she is suspended into the flames. The body
cremates, the
soul is delivered. Her screams sound over the woods.