…the curse from above, Like a roar of approaching giant horde, In the moors and in the marshes, On the borders of the woodlands, The marched like approaching giant horde. When I yield my life forever, Bravely will I fall in battle, Fall upon the field of glory, Beautiful to die in armour. (CHORUS)…

…I can remember the horses of the pasture Misty mornings and cool of the evenings. I can remember when the wind whistles In the corners of the house. I can feel the fear of the dark When shaking under My little bed…

…In our diabolical rapture, we live on and on And Death keeps knocking at our door So we open the door and we die a bit more We're in love with death and we die on and on Won't you close our eyes We'll be by your side…

…You really dont like to have fun, you run after women, to give their a dick, you really dont care who you have, main thing is that you can get layed, and enjoy of it. YOu all run after school, the blanc money you all…