Tate Vikernes -
The Death Thinks Like a Human When He Knows How Evil He Can Be Beyond His Destined Craft
Demonto Mortis
I just really wanted
To be connected with her
And tell her once again
That I missed her so much
And it took me some alphabet letters
And days, so I could see
That really wasn't her
That was walking around in
There was a dripping falling from the ceiling
It wasn't water
Was my innocence being ripped
That slipped to the floor
And it was craved in the grave
Slipping away to earth
Reaching hell, the demons are feeding of me
I opened my eyes
But I couldn't see through the blur
All I could hear was male voices
Telling me to be gone
I could breathe for a while
Before it take me to the void again
And if I vomit once again, I don't really think that I can
Resist this evil force
That really wants my soul
It says "come to daddy"
I only could say "no" and "no", and "no"
He wrote "Hell" in my belly
It was too perversity for a little boy to have it
It made my bed fly, and my mother cry
But he wouldn't get out
He wouldn't get out
He wouldn't get out
I can feel the cold, but he wouldn't get out
But he wouldn't get out
He couldn't get out
I can feel the cold, but he wouldn't get out
To be connected with her
And tell her once again
That I missed her so much
And it took me some alphabet letters
And days, so I could see
That really wasn't her
That was walking around in
There was a dripping falling from the ceiling
It wasn't water
Was my innocence being ripped
That slipped to the floor
And it was craved in the grave
Slipping away to earth
Reaching hell, the demons are feeding of me
I opened my eyes
But I couldn't see through the blur
All I could hear was male voices
Telling me to be gone
I could breathe for a while
Before it take me to the void again
And if I vomit once again, I don't really think that I can
Resist this evil force
That really wants my soul
It says "come to daddy"
I only could say "no" and "no", and "no"
He wrote "Hell" in my belly
It was too perversity for a little boy to have it
It made my bed fly, and my mother cry
But he wouldn't get out
He wouldn't get out
He wouldn't get out
I can feel the cold, but he wouldn't get out
But he wouldn't get out
He couldn't get out
I can feel the cold, but he wouldn't get out
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