The chronicles of Novgord

1293

The Swedish came
to build a castle.
At Karelian soil
planning for
a fight

Novgord to conquer
Knights to command
crusaders in night
ready for a fight

1293
The Karelian came
for castle dismantle
At Karelian soil
planning for
a fight

Castle to conquer
Warriors to command
crusades in night
will stop in this fight

W.T.H.H.I?

(What the hell have I?)

I use to have a friend who gave me shelter where to runaway.
My life everyday so fragile. I closed up the door and lied
down at floor with my fucked up life and my voice telling you lies.
Now what the hell have I? Want to close my eyes and just die.

What the hell have I?
Close your eyes and watch me die.
In your head I live,
but in your world I dont fit.

I realy dont fit
       In your world.

I use to see trough your eyes. Never been happy as days go by.
But you know that I try break loose from your mind.
My friend is against me. Didn't belive. It can't be!
I have to brake myself loose. They try to stop me, those fools!


What the hell have I?
Close your eyes and watch me die.
In your head I live,
but in your world I dont fit.

Well you can't sense and run me out.
That one mistake was me all about.
Little voice in little head.
Slowly fades away and now it's
dead.

What the hell did I have?
Close my eyes and I see a man.
In my head I live
but in this world I never fit.

****** Jälleen vanhaa tuotantoa ja kielioppivirheellistä tankero engelskaa. *******

Cameo

This is a wonderworld of a wonderer.
I am a vagabond by the pond.
I'm a swimming duck in a stream of luck.
Now see as I swim to sea.
I'm free as a tree can be.
I'm the root below my foot.
I swing while the birds sing.
Come on to the cameo.
It's me who's on tv.

Story

 ***Ihan levylle asti laitettu kappale, joka löytyi vanhoista jemmoista... :)***

Can you hear the man calling your name?
It's not the blessed sound.
He wants your soul to feel the shame
and shadder it all around.

In your mothers eyes,
darkest lies.
Passed away from the brightes lights

He called your name,
you felt the shame
and hoped for a better days.

No blames to you from her

Another cold night with him down in the hell.
I guess it's just the pain
that drives me to edge of insanity.
He makes me so frail.

Enough is enough.
He thinks he's tough
but let the lead talk sense in to him.

What say you now?
I take you down.
No longer we hear you bossing around

From you to her
From her to me
From me to her
From her to you

Music gore

HUOM! HUOM! HUOM! HUOM! HUOM! HUOM! HUOM! HUOM!
*Seuraavalla tekstillä ei ole mitään tekemistä järjellisen ajattelun kanssa*

Stop that bongo rumble and let me hear the beat.
Let that twisted drummer melt your stoned feet.
Now it's time for jungle and apelike fucking dance.
Step a side jazzy uncle and let us feel the trance.

This dancefloor is the ground
The ground is a soul
Soul is a move and the
movement is the truth!

Stomp your feet to dancefloor and pump up little more
volume in the dancehall. This is music gore!
Are you ready to the next round? 'Cause I'm ready to change
my music to the soundground that makes you little strange.

This dancefloor is the ground
The ground is a soul
Soul is a move and the
movement is the truth!

10−18

Wi-FI 49
Please try before you die.
Oh my! Now I cry.
My glass is pretty dry.
On the floor I lie.
I am on of a kind
and that is not a lie
My my! I wont die,
at least without a fight!
With Wi-Fi you'll see the light.
No difference with left or right.
Try this and you just might

see the transmission
in your head as vision
49 attohertz
computing image in your head

Pretty drunk, but thats OK.
alltrough I'm not on cocaine.
Inside my head image of Cain.
This transmission makes me rain
tears of blood at your feet.
I'm sure there is a fleet
of devils that come for me.
Run! Run! There's the street.
The vision flows as a creek.
My mind is dark and bleak.
Go! Go, my restless feet!
My only hope is The Preast!

See the transmission
in your head as vision
49 attohertz
computing image in your head

Polar snow desert

Despite of fact that your in my world cold and gray.
At the middle of polar snow.
Watch out your back. You'll never know
that is it safe to take the path in to the glow.
The desert sleeps from dusk to dawn. No roads and streets
just your mind for getting along.
Your mind is here and your friends in the cold mother earth
and you feel all alone and deserted

Polar snow desert sleeps
like your friends rest in peace
They saw your true cold heart then
as you turned around
-for getting them

Now I found my peace. But not by me. You will be
sorry but it will be too late.
We wont come to declare the share but soon
at hell you will feel our hate.
The evil gets what it were meant to get. Shouldn't kill
for a few thousand cents.
Forever damned her immortal soul shall be
but still we're sorry that he maked us bleed.

Polar snow desert sleeps
like your true best friend rests in peace
I saw your true cold heart then
as you turned around
-for getting me