Departure for my eiland tonight it is scheduled The oak coach at your doorsteps awaits you Take warmer close and foremost don’t be late As police dogs, might arise Do not worry, the driver is dead The dogs dead, the carriage, as dead We run without witness in an unknown port, Within my five ends broken eiland There we will grow, gruesome babies Slime and metal lackeys will be laughing With ancestor’s tidings, they will, have us covered Tic-tac the wet cadavers message Three color movies will be our making, to keep the evil eye at bay And out in the world, by turns, we will send them Like bottles impaled each into one eye The forth eye for ourselves will be kept All day long, us borderless naked On fire breasts, in a glen, will be flying And I, the householder, am willing to saw Onto your hips, barley, sweeten and mellow I am waiting for now. It is midsummer Midwinter it is, eeriest story And when you’ll be claiming, is to no end, to be frightened The coach, just like death, to be feeling Is just an illusion, thru that is just me With torches waiting for you, four thousand six hundred Is pointless to frighten, the permanent snowing Cause road guards are saliency smoking Come, climb in and say something The driver is dead, his blood is from crutches On my witness, less Eiland, for you I am waiting I wearing oak clothes, I am almost a carriage And if you do not see, the face I have found, Know that, within my eiland, for true I am, I the freshest tomb hump Come, swing your leg and step on, my love! And that all there is. Departure’s tonight The carriages ghost awaits at your doorstep
Să nu încercați să intrați pe link-ul ăla scris pe imagine, mai ales dacă aveți copii prin preajmă!!! Cum să vă zic... Nu e deloc-deloc cu Vali Sterian!
