Barbarella Fortuneteller
I've asked myself
Is something wrong with you
My girlfriend told me
I need sometime alone
To deal with issues
Something makes me carry on
Typical to understand
Why I always want to fly
I do it for the drugs
I do it just to feel alive
I do it for the love
That I get from the bottom of a bottle
You always call me
And ask me how I make it through the day
I'm always fallin'
I guess it's just God's way of making me pay
Something makes me carry on
Typical to understand
Why I always want to fly
Lotto karamba A Feeling
...This is the night of werewolves...
The bloodred sky
Ruled by flames of twisted hate
This darkest night
An open gate for the black kings that were
The fallen grace
Raped by the scorn of the northern kings
A choir of wolves
Howl out their hate against the cold sky
An ancient king
He rode the black winds through the sky
His sword was a burning flame of arctic pride
This endless night gathers the vision of a black throne
A winter of pagan lust... years of hunger and war
The werewolf
Revel in the blood of the sacred whore
This night is cold
And it was foretold to last for aeons
An ancient king
He rode the black winds through the sky
His sword was a burning flame of arctic pride
This endless night gathers the vision of a black throne
A winter of pagan lust... years of hunger and war
Black lightnings of returning gods, strike the sky
A throne of desire was built, a throne of might
I saw them summon under the droning moon
I drowned in their eyes... so black and cold
So black and cold...
("Nifelheim")