Libijac tekstopisac

Haj mi recte jel kaka il nije, cisto poeticko/lingvisticki pitam, vas bolje pjesnike...ako vam smeta sovinizam, jebga, stacu, taka nam ideologija hihihi
Whoredom - So it is you have a Flower...
So it is you have a flower, caught somewhere between your legs
From this flower you let loose, filth, ooze and odious smells
But there's worse to come from yonder, something we dont need at all
Another blatant worthless breeder, another herald of our fall
You will lure me with this "flower", and you will give up to my guns
Penetrating hammers smashing, the insides to your ovum buds
And the beast inside you suffering, each stroke with a pleasure vast
But the crown seed you yearn for, shall be guided from there past
Towards your face and eyes wide open, In despair so bright with tears
Fallen are the hopes you bled for, Wasted are your dreaming years
Not from us is life to come forth, We live only to destroy
Spreading blight, awaiting downfall, bringing sorrow, killing joy
So it is your flower s' withered, and with it procreation fails
A fatal stab to feeble heaven, and the seraphim duly wail
Yet none are there to catch their tears, as they rain from far above
And none will be to laugh thereafter, none but us and our horned lord
in the year of shit, 2004, by Totenfuhrer KoldVoid

Whoredom - So it is you have a Flower...
So it is you have a flower, caught somewhere between your legs
From this flower you let loose, filth, ooze and odious smells
But there's worse to come from yonder, something we dont need at all
Another blatant worthless breeder, another herald of our fall
You will lure me with this "flower", and you will give up to my guns
Penetrating hammers smashing, the insides to your ovum buds
And the beast inside you suffering, each stroke with a pleasure vast
But the crown seed you yearn for, shall be guided from there past
Towards your face and eyes wide open, In despair so bright with tears
Fallen are the hopes you bled for, Wasted are your dreaming years
Not from us is life to come forth, We live only to destroy
Spreading blight, awaiting downfall, bringing sorrow, killing joy
So it is your flower s' withered, and with it procreation fails
A fatal stab to feeble heaven, and the seraphim duly wail
Yet none are there to catch their tears, as they rain from far above
And none will be to laugh thereafter, none but us and our horned lord
in the year of shit, 2004, by Totenfuhrer KoldVoid