Poison Black - Nail
Tekst :
A pure smooth pearl a sweet disorder swaying in the dress
An electric fur in lace a whoredom blooms between her legs
Just one look into those heavenly pair of “take me”-eyes
Mine’s the pleasure as I force-feed her all my lies
The redhot nail inside of you is me
I am the nail
Now drunk on lust I drown in you
Tension prevails and it takes me over again
I am the nail
Forever within I’m lost in you
Deeper with pain as it takes me over again
I taste lead in every drop I spit out my throat
I crave death with every kiss I can’t live without
An overwhelming state is burning through my every vein
Mine’s the pleasure as I force-feed her all my pain Inne utwory
In Lust The State Lay Your Heart To Rest The kiss of death Nothing else remains Illusion - delusion The living dead Raivotar The Exciter With Her I Die Never enough Pain becomes me The darkest lie Soul in flames Hollow be my name The Glow Of The Flames Love controlled despair Losowe utwory
Bulle de chagrin
Boule d incertitude
Tant de matins
Que rien ne dissimule
Je veux mon hiver
M endormir loin de tes chimeres
Je sais bien que je mens
Je sais bien que j ai froid dedans
Bulle de chagrin
Boule d incertitude
De nos destins
Naît que solitude
Tu dis qu il faut du temps
Qu aimer n est pas un jeu...
My vision is distorted by my sleazy mind
To picturesque an image to control this time
My intimate discriminating fears you test
My ignorance that truely feels it knows regress
You have the power but you keep it all to yourself
Your lust is decomposing us
The intricate sincerity is...
Ah, ah,
We come from the land of the ice and snow,
From the midnight sun where the hot springs blow.
The hammer of the gods will drive our ships to new lands,
To fight the horde, singing and crying: Valhalla, I am coming!
I’m on the road, I miss my home
I keep on driving, to the break of dawn
And every house looks all the same
I can’t tell the difference
Who am I to blame
Yeah, it’s alright to smile
Got no complaints
Yeah, I’m all right
Claim to be the...
Broken bicycles, old busted chains.
Rusted handlebars out in the rain.
Somebody must have an old finish for
these things that nobody wants anymore.
September s reminding July
time to be saying goodbye.
Summer has gone but our love will remain
like old...