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SRANJE!!!!!

Hunger I feel, terrible hunger

Meat of humans I need to eat

Floating down the street

But no one satisfied my need

Paths lead me to the cemetery

I can feel pulses of the dead

Fresh buried corpse

I start with exhumation

As I dig deeper and deeper

Vile smell makes me madder

Coffin before my eyes

When it’s opened I can’t believe my eyes

Corpse is putrid yellow

Orifices bleeding black blood

Internal organs turned to puss

But it’s alive

In horror I realize

That it’s zombie

Hungry for the living flesh

Don’t want to be its lunch

But before I could make a move

Rotten creature bites my neck

I start to scream

It’s in vain, no one hears

Its teeth rip through my skin

Tearing off flesh from my bones

My blood is mixed with its blood

Heart is trying to pump hard

Life is gushing out

Ironical death I’m facing

I wanted to feed some decayed meat

And by the end I became food to the dead

Roaring scream of the war machine

Is calling you back

On the battle field

From where you may never return again

Assault begins

The first victim of war

Is peace

Bullets fly

From guns and riffles

Through demonic sky

A moment of silence

Tears in their eyes

Then scream of despair

Another innocent dies

Assault begins

Never ending slaughter

Of a mankind

Where life once thrived

Only silent scream

Ramains

Poznam govno, ki se zbira

Krave in teleta, bikovje in volovje

Crkovina od mišljenja!

Furajo debate

Opletajo jezike

Razumni, da je kaj

Umni kot evglena

Možgan vsem skup ne dela

I, A! Jih v pameti neznansko presega!

Žarek veselja te obsije
in ti zareže globok nasmeh na obraz.
Kot kristali se svetlikajo tvoje oči,
kot snežinke obsijane v temni noči so
ki gledajo v prostran horizont
poln spominov bolečih in drugače čutečih,
ki se kažejo in izginjajo
in v večnost izginejo
- nikoli

Lo! I am trambling

for thine embrace I am longing

In the dark of the night

I would lay my mind to Sweet respite.

Chapter 1: The Fallen Heroes

And the light has gone away
And the light has gone away
Who to blame for stealing all of the fairy tales

And the dark night is here
In the winter time

Is it worth to live in fear
If the fairy tales will live
Is it worth to search for the light
In the middle of the dark

The hope still lies forgotten
In this cold winter night

And as I am searching for an answer
Lost in the middle of the lake screaming
As I see the Evil’s face…

The fairy tales are stolen now
I see the child crying out
For the treasure of youth
That he has lost
I can see it in my dreams

Is it true or dream
I am asking myself when I see
Peter Pan slain
And the Wonderland where Alice has been

Now it burns
All hopes are gone
All hopes are in vain

…and so the land is wrapped in mourning silence
Farewell to dying heroes and to fallen kings
Their faces bewildered with no guilt
As they are aware that in children’s imagination they will live on…

Chapter 2: The Final Victory

Evil takes the land
I will not repent
The days are dark once again
Who will bring back the light to make us see again

Am I the chosen one
Am I the hero of the land beyond my imagination
As I say my prayers for the miracle to come
I see the white angels rising in glory

And so they fly up to the sky
To find the light
And bring it back
To save the land from this Evil

Evil defeated by the hand of God
And his angels in glamour sing the song of victory

And so they fly up to the sky
The light is back
The land is saved from this Evil

The Wonderland stopped to burn
And Peter Pan lives again
Returning of the fairy tales
Enlightens the heart of the child
The hope is back and the fear is gone.

Noč je blesava in rama me boli
Da ne morem spat
Gledam utripanje lučke na GSM-u
Darko ima zame še knjigo
Čakam in čakam in čakam
A njega ni
Prej je prišel in vrata so bila zaklenjena
Pa je trkal in trkal in trkal
Trkal je kot nor a ni bil uslišan
In je vse nekam poslal in rekel
Da pride kasneje

Smejimo se
Se zabavamo in razpravljamo
Pridemo ven kot smo seveda
Tudi vstopili
Nasmejani kljub nekaterim
Neuspelim podvigom
In si mislimo kakšen srečnež
Je ta naš Jazbec
In res je bil da se mu je kar smejalo

Ob mizi pride natakarica
In vpraša ošabno če kaj potrebujem
In sem rekel da bi deci juicea in deci vode
Brez ledu in noter malo tople vode
Pa mi prinese krop da komaj pijem
Potem pa sem se zadrl za njo če mi
Lahko prinese še eno mešano solato iz
Njihovega solatnega bifeja
Pa mi prikima in čez par minut prinese in računa
Vse tako ošabno
Vse tako zviška
V njej je odsev nečesa kar sovražim
Hladna je in neotesana pa misli da je nekaj več

Prekleta levinja ki ležiš v stepski vročini in
Prežiš na nič hudega sluteči plen
Ki ga ugonobiš in odvržeš po načelu
PO UPORABI ODVRZI
In govoriš o neki Alojziji
Ki nima pomena
Nima pomena

Utrujen od vsega grem spat

12 princesk s prerezanimi vratovi visi na kavljih za meso
12 princesk nosečih s temačnim pogledom izdolbljenih oči
12 princesk me čaka, da vstopim v sobo kjer njihovo meso gnije
12 princesk obžrtih od svojih lastnih zarodkov
12 jih je, ki čakajo na nekrofilske izprijenosti
12 jih je, ki si želijo moje neizmerne ljubezni
12 jih je, katerih vonj po smrti mi spodbuja orgazme
12 jih je, ki visijo v soju sveč in se svetijo v krvi
12 jih je, ki visijo obešeni na njih drobovju
12 jih je, njih otrok, ki visijo na njih drobovju
12 jih je,….
12 ….
Ni ga večjega dejanja ljubezni kot pa zariti nož v goltanec.

Žalost v tvojih je očeh,
Bridek glas prihaja iz tvojega grla,
Grozljivo govorijo tvoja usta,
Brezupno mislijo tvoji možgani.

Izpulim ti oči, nič več žalosti v njih.
Iztrgam ti jezik, nič več ne govoriš,
Zašijem ti usta, nič več glasu,
Razbijem lobanjo in poteptam možgane, nič več misli.
Rešena si!