First published at 17:53 UTC on October 16th, 2019.
A translation (in the description) from Swedish made by me. All rights reserved to their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended. ENJOY !!
I suffer from a peculiarity,a cloven split identity
Of a peaceful kind is one of my selves,
The o…
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A translation (in the description) from Swedish made by me. All rights reserved to their respective owners. No copyright infringement intended. ENJOY !!
I suffer from a peculiarity,a cloven split identity
Of a peaceful kind is one of my selves,
The other ego (is) of another kind
Terror, terror (x4)
When the night falls he awakens, the one who is hardly a man of peace
With wild dreams like an animal,of ruler blood in its nature
Then I'm filled with a thought,with which I sometimes play
It comprises assault and a weapon in my hand
Then I want to hear sweet singing
To my choice of music
And (if) I don't hear sweet singing,then I want to hear screaming
Terror,terror (x2)
He hides when the day dawns,but he's lying still and he's smoldering
He's burning within me and in the end he always succeeds coming out
Terror,terror (x2)
A big man with a life mission,giantomaniac vision
He strives for defeat for my good,I benefit
Then I'm filled with a thought,with which I sometimes play
It comprises assault and a weapon in my hand
There I want to see you dance to my choice of music
And who doesn't dance, shall become a beatuiful corpse
Terror, terror (x7)
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