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Ekana mia malakia kai esvisa oles tis epafes mou apo to msn.Otan ksanampika,mou esteile request apo oles tis epafes mou gia na mporoun na me vlepoun otan eimai online mpla mpla.Egw pathsa se olous nai alla kseklikara auto pou leei "add to my contacts list".Etsi otan mpainw sto msn mou den vlepw kanenan egw.Yparxei periptwsh na tis epanaferw tis epafes mou???
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
μας λες μαλακες και θελεις και βοηθεια.
Fall, fall, fall to the bottom of hell. Pool of blood, sea of fire and needle mountains.
Fall man to hell, fall fall, demons of hell are calling you. Pool of blood, sea of fire and needle mountains.
Can't you hear the groan of the dead? Fall, fall, the darkness of hell is boundless.
It is the lullaby of hell.
vasika kanw malakies kai thelw voitheia
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
χαχαχαααχ. σόρρυ που γελάω με τον πόνο σ0υ, αλλά είναι αστείο.
αμα είσαι άχρηστος ρε νουμπάδι τι σου φταίμε εμείς?
μήπως να κάνεις ξανά install το msn?
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
mipws na se kanw block?
Remembrance of Things Past
I swarm deserted away, like glass...
Warm, and as fevers,
I am as flame.
I am death...
For I, I weave our blasphemies...
Wicthes painted me,
Like the mysteries created me...
Like where the poets breathe,
I were woven into blasphemies.
λές να στρώσει μετά???
The future teaches you to be alone
The present to be afraid and cold
So if I can shoot rabbits
Then I can shoot fascists
Bullets for your brain today
But we'll forget it all again
Monuments put from pen to paper
Turns me into a gutless wonder
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