Den Morka Tiden
Of a casualty dawn
The wind's tapping out a message for us
A message I already know
The wind's picking up as our words become
The litter of the night before
Words that seem so empty now
Blowing round the room
Getting twisted and torn
Everybody's in their own world
Everybody's staring at the floor
No-one wanna see the sign in the sky
Says people don't talk anymore
I don't wanna stay here
But I don't think I can go
I don't wanna stay here
But I really don't think I can go
It must have been some evil one
It must hav
The Revenge of the Scabby Man
Stench of death, the worm eaten flesh
The wicked fires burn, I'm the last survivor left
Trapped in this cage, locked up with the rats
The vermin and filth, how long can it last?
The cannibals dance and dig my grave
For me all hope is lost
An amazonian camping trip
I prepare to pay the cost
They killed my fellow travelers,
Mutilated one by one
Decapitated my lovely wife
Then raped her body just for fun!
In this wet hold I wait my time is yet to come
I wait the hours crawl by... whay am I the only one?
The hour of doom approaches near, I clutch my brain in fear
They crawl slowly to me... my god, I cannot ee!!!
Motionless, chained fast by fear
For me all hope is lost
I ventured where I dare not tread
And now i pay the cost!
My place is not here, yet here I die
And peace I have not found...
My head is severed at the neck,
It falls silently to the ground...