Bathory - No life at all

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I m not made perfect i don t know everything
From time to time my mind is on the virtual brink
I ve had my moments when i ve prepared for all
I ve even failed to have a woman given my number to call

Some say that life without a little sh*t is no life at all
Is no life at all

Even my pubic hair has got it s share of split ends
I ve felt at times that every ounce of me was made from f*ckin lead
But i have never felt i had to take that easy way out
By putting some damn f*ckin stotgun to my head

Some say...

Is no life at all

Inne utwory

  • Holocaust
  • Twilight of the gods
  • Massacre
  • Dreaming of atlantean spires
  • Enter the eternal fire
  • Witch-storm
  • Foreverdark woods
  • 33 Something
  • Of doom
  • Enthroned in the temple of the serpent kings
  • Ring of gold
  • Crosstitution
  • Century
  • 109
  • All in all i know
  • Apocalypse
  • Losowe utwory

    Gdzie ten który powie mi

    Gdzie¿ ten, co go czekam tak,
    ¿e mi tchu a¿ w piersiach brak?
    Gdzie¿ ten, co obieca mi
    mi³o¶æ do ostatnich dni?

    Gdzie ten, co go czekam tak,
    ¿e mi tchu a¿ w piersiach brak?
    Gdzie ten, co obieca mi
    mi³o¶æ do ostatnich dni?

    Gdzie ten, który powie...

    Foreverdark woods

    Evening is falling, all still around me
    The old crow is calling, but the landscape is at peace
    Down the trail through this forest, through thicket we ride
    The unseen is watching from behind each stone and pine

    Slowly the golden dise of the sun is setting
    Beyond the rim of Nordland at the end...

    Porcelain heart

    Broken heart
    One more time
    Pick yourself up
    Why even cry?
    Broken pieces
    In your hands
    Wonder how you ll make it whole

    You know
    You pray
    This can t be the way
    You cry
    You say
    Something s gotta change
    And mend this porcelain heart
    Of mine
    Of mine

    Someone said
    A broken heart
    Would sting at first
    Then make you stronger
    Wonder why this pain remains
    Were hearts...

    Thrown away

    I am a mess
    I ve made a huge mess
    I can t control myself
    I kill the rhyme again
    I m comin sick and on time again
    Words manifest from deep inside, where people hide
    Within it chemical, unbalanced on the triple beam
    What, fuck what you heard, it...

    Gdy szukam słów

    Gdy szukam słów, gdy szukam takich słów,
    którymi mógłbym nazwać Cię.
    Z tomików wierszy zbieram je
    i chowam gdzieś na serca dnie
    te słowa, których treść już znam.

    Lecz każde z nich ktoś komuś mówił już,
    więc ja nie powiem Tobie nic.
    W melodię wplotę włosy Twe,
    Twój każdy krok, Twój każdy gest
    i tylko Tobie zagram ją…

    To bossa-nova,...