Sebastian 2 Melden Geschrieben 14. März 2005 Soulfly-back to primitive Soulfly stinkt Opi RRRRRammstein --- Mein Teil
Sebastian 2 Melden Geschrieben 14. März 2005 lol du sack,is geil! metallica-kill em all Enter Sandman is besser RRRRammstein --- Keine Lust
braindead88 0 Melden Geschrieben 14. März 2005 lol du sack,is geil! metallica-kill em all Enter Sandman is besser RRRRammstein --- Keine Lust jo,aber was soll der opi damit
Sebastian 2 Melden Geschrieben 14. März 2005 lol du sack,is geil! metallica-kill em all Enter Sandman is besser RRRRammstein --- Keine Lust jo,aber was soll der opi damit Es anhören Opa immernoch Keine Lust B)
Kilgore 0 Melden Geschrieben 15. März 2005 Der Seite wegen...: Iron Maiden -- The Number Of The Beast B) I left alone my mind was blank I needed time to think to get the memories from my mind What did I see can I believe that what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy Just what I saw in my old dreams were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me Cos in my dreams it's always there the evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair The night was black was no use holding back Cos I just had to see was someone watching me In the mist dark figures move and twist was all this for real or some kind of hell 666 the Number of the Beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised as they start to cry hands held to the sky In the night the fires burning bright the ritual has begun Satan's work is done 666 the Number of the Beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on I must inform the law Can this still be real or some crazy dream but I feel drawn towards the evil chanting hordes they seem to mesmerise me...can't avoid their eyes 666 the Number of the Beast 666 the one for you and me I'm coming back I will return And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn I have the fire I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
braindead88 0 Melden Geschrieben 15. März 2005 Motorhead-1916 16 years old when i went to war, to fight for a land fit for heros, god on my side,and a gun in my hand, chasing my days down to zero, and i marched and i fought and i bled and i died, and i never did get any older, but i knew at the time that a year in the line, is a long enought life for a soldier, we all volunteered,and we wrote down our names, and we added two years to our ages, eger for live and ahead of the game, ready for historys pages, and we brawled and we fought and we whored tilwe stood, ten thousend shoulder to shoulder, a first for the hun,we were food for the gun, and thats what you are when youre soldiers, so is mir zu lang...
