Bullet For My Valentine

Bullet For My Valentine
WeLcOmE in My WoRLd
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# Posté le dimanche 05 octobre 2008 07:00

Dimmu Borgir *Burn in Hell*

Dimmu Borgir *Burn in Hell*
Welcome to the abandoned land
Come on in, child take my hand
Here there's no work or play
Only one bill to pay
There's just five words to say
As you go down, down, down

You're gonna burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell

You can't believe all the things I've done wrong in my life
Without even trying I've lived on the edge of a knife
Well, I've played with fire, but I don't want to get myself burned
To thine own self be true, so I think that it's time for a turn

Before I burn in hell
Oh, burn in hell

Take a good look in your heart; tell me what do you see?
It's black and it's dark, now is that how you want it to be?
It's up to you; what you do will decide your own fate
Make your choice now for tomorrow may be far too late

Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you
Lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you
Play with evil, 'cause i'm free

Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you
Lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you
Play with evil, 'cause i'm free

Hear no evil, don't you
See no evil, don't you
Lay no evil down on me
You're gonna burn in hell
Speak no evil, don't you
Think no evil, don't you
Play with evil, 'cause i'm free
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# Posté le lundi 24 novembre 2008 10:42

ETHS!! *Le fruit Des Anges*

ETHS!! *Le fruit Des Anges*
Moi le fruit des autres.
J'implore mon effort.
Mon effort, j'implore.
Envie d'être une autre.
Fille du vent prend l'air du temps.
Remonte et descend le courant.
Suspend l'instant, suicide latent.
Bonsoir, les anges insolents.
Attendrie, mes enfants sanglotants, je m'enfuis.
Sors de ma tête!
Entre dans ma bouche!
L'orifice est louche.
Mais l'idée fort louable, du désir palpable.
D'une résurrection, me glace casse le fond: ma destruction.
Une prise inconsciente, une incision.
Mussant mon enfant mon erreur et glisse sous ma langue: Mon sucre de mort.
Le nez dans la fosse, le doigt jusqu'à l'os.
Je rends tes paroles à qui les boira.
Mussant mon enfant mon erreur et glisse sous ma langue: Mon sucre de mort.
Enfermant l'enfant dans son coeur et glisse sous sa porte: Quelques mots de mort.
Mot__parle__sois sage__bébé__tue__larmes.
Dors__calme__trop mal__demain__vous aimes.
Ciel__pleure__les anges__adieu__maman.
Ma porte est fermée, qu'est ce que tu as fait?
Je force, je force, elle s'ouvre...
Elle est là, elle meurt, devant moi Pourquoi, tu as fait ça?
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# Posté le lundi 24 novembre 2008 04:55