and death Black forest the afterbreath No churches no garbage cans no punk, no garage bands no organisms left to grow Black forest and fall-out snow! Black Forest
Dissapointing days in a hot white haze nothing good ever...stays fault line lost in continental drift absolute zero-no negative shift ...no negative
's son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a collective Who travel through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected Cell pack, give 'em a little
Said, "I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed" I'm breaking the legs of the bastard that got me framed, got me framed They called me
wanna be just as free In the starlight, black, red and white Doomlord In the forest you might hear him scream Feel his anger, fear his fury Blood-painted chest with a
I hold a piece of steel Brothers on my jock For the way I hold a piece of steel So what cha saying I'm E-D, I belong with the A-Team A one man wreckin
, books and picture frames too, We stood around helpless, confused, Nobody knew what to do. At two o'clock on sunday the buses arrived, A fleet of a
away to the forest that held even the shadow of the sun and they hold the lie that was to dark to be spoken and if truth is only real if your frame of
[text and music by Nattefrost June '92] [originally a ChildMolesters song, pre-Carpathian Forest] Bleed!! "Ou du guds lam som bar All verdens synder"
search for your horde HEY! High mountains against a black sky Deep valleys a delight for the eye are Beauty a trap is, so beware A dark majestic shadow
more I see a path into the treeline that I'd never seen before I follow it down into a ravine find a hole in the earth framed in the roots of a birch
dance over mortality's scene Until all is burnt up and covered in blackness A wide-streched desert creeps forth where once a glimmering sea billowed
Traducere: Rame. Pădurea Neagră I.
[text and music by Nattefrost June '92] [originally a ChildMolesters song, pre-Carpathian Forest] Bleed!! "Ou du guds lam som bar All verdens synder
s son, not a martyr but a fresh working member of a collective Who travel through the blazing light as my corpse is dissected Cell pack, give 'em a little
forest Four in the Taurus Cause everybody singin like the court need a chorus I'm tired of the games, blowin niggaz brains out the frame Point blank put
