…He appears from the mists of a dismal lake and the sky crumbles as he flies through the dimensions alone The night has laid a cape on his shoulders and with a grin on his face he attacks with his loyal soldiers Into the…

…Its friday night, forget the popular kids Let's all get lost somewhere Let's fall of the grid Just a bunch of misfits, kicking in In the backseat of my car To find adventure We don't need to go far Because, We are…

…, it all becomes from your beats, you all like it that way, you hate women, you beat them to the face, no-one gets rid of you, its all the time the same people, they just spy what you do.…