She Wants Revenge-Out Of Control

We've got nowhere to go, we've got nothing to prove
Instead of dancing alone, I should be dancing with you
This song is turning me on, the beat is doing me in
Or maybe it's only you, but either way let's begin

Beastie Boys - Hey **** You



You're like Foghorn Leghorn, Yosemite Sam
You're just yellin' and wildin' wondering who I am
With those lies you're telling you look like Toucan Sam
But my style's impregnable like the Hoover Dam

David Bowie - Magic Dance

**** YEAH

**** YEAH, DANCE MAGIC DANCE

Hysteria - Triton Enigma

time to gain control of this topic again :cool:

Necronoclast - Degeneration

Domestic Violence - Grind Minded

The Vampire Song - Kekal

Intestinal Disgorge - Vomiting Fecal Paste

Don't Ask - Demon Dog Sperm

Amon Amarth - Where Death Seems To Dwell

Behind The Church - One Man Army and the Undead Quartet

Satyrlasis and Nymphomania - Paracoccidioidomicosisproctitissarcomucosis

Christ, the time has come for your ending.
Do not look at us for mercy
For you are the one who should not be pitied.

Your ignorant teachings disgust me
And the stench of your sermons still reeks from your pores
I despise you, yet I once envied you.
Your god given right, abused and mistreated
As though it were a gift for any simple man
When its power could reshape the face of creation
And exalt a new race of life free from imperfection.

This existence was a mistake.

And in the middle of the holocaust
You committed a rebellion in direct treason.
For your existence is worthless
And to correct the aberrations you've made
Your subsistence will be shunned
Into the furthest reaches of infinite darkness
Where you will await your final conclusion.
The one you call father will be there
To abolish the remnants of your soul.

Christ, the time has come for your ending.
Do not look at us for mercy
For you are the one who should not be pitied.
Thrown onto the altar of sanctified dissolution.

Christ pleads for his life.
Showing no levity
The Apostles violently tear at his living flesh.
The feast is an orgy of sacred dismemberment.
The faint screams now fade
As the life slips from his body.
Still ripping and devouring the flesh left on the corpse
Judas stands back and admires the beautiful orchestration
With a sickening grin as the life seeps into his mind.
"It has been done Lord, Christ is no more."

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