You can’t tig your butcher |
We are children of Nero |
I saw a snake coming towards me and knew that this is a temptation. |
Round these parts they still burn witches. |
Those that say they aren’t scared of the dark, they’ve never been truly trapped in it. |
Death has only one arm; it takes and never hands back. |
And the pale rider looked at me and knew that I was Death |
They will remove the tongues of women who speak |
Even Angels Fall, That Does Not Make Them Human |
Rejection is like a gunshot, it pierces through the soul. |