"Do what thus wilt that is the law,
Or obey under God and be one of his whores"
Dark Funeral - Attera Totus Sanctus

Откопал в своей тетрадке по сифруту (написал во время тигбура):

Never forgive,
Never forget,
Don't let them live,
For they don't regret.

Numerous lives taken,
But what is the cause?
Seventy-two virgins
Without cellulose.

If I were a God,
I would have slain
Each Arab culprit
That causes us pain.

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When I looked at my watch
And saw how much's left,
My pen made a blotch
And bitterly I wept.

I wept for the time
That's wasted and gone.
I just want the teacher
To SHUT UP and be done.

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You're like a flower in bloom,
It's you I want to thrill,
So please, baby, make some room.
I'm moving in... For the kill!

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No hope for freedom,
I'm lost to despair.
Bottomless boredom
Is the teachers' lair.

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Turn off the lights,
It's one of those nights.
I want to descend
To lovemaking without any end.

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Sevety-two chicks
For an Arab are fine,
But I, being modest,
Just want sixty-nine.

Eyes wide with shock, she held up the sword,
The brutality of her deeds striking her to the core.
Then came understanding and banished her fears.
She handed it, hilt first, blinking back all the tears.

The other received it, held it up to the light,
And once satisfied, she charged into the fight.
But she wanted love, detesting the violence,
And, blinking back tears, she listened to silence.

Silence undending, love lost to despair,
What swords destroy, words cannot repair.
Then came a wizard, and, with a few rhymes,
He put an end to her heinous crimes.