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mmmhhh nicht so mein fall aber hört sich trotzdem interessant an
jetzt mal was aus meiner kindheit ^-^
jetzt mal was aus meiner kindheit ^-^
PiltoverExpert
Novize
8/10 dezent Gänsehaut :3
das hier hat irgendwas
das hier hat irgendwas
CatVersion3: 
4/10
Ich muss auf der Arbeit immer Radio hören, und die spielen/spielten das auf und ab.
Eigentlich mag ich es überhaupt nicht wenn Frauen im Metal singen, sie hier ist eine Ausnahme:
4/10Ich muss auf der Arbeit immer Radio hören, und die spielen/spielten das auf und ab.
Eigentlich mag ich es überhaupt nicht wenn Frauen im Metal singen, sie hier ist eine Ausnahme:
Keep out the intruders! Put the drawbridge up!
The enemy ransacked what we had just rebuilt!
Now the garden lies in serene symmetry
And severe color theory.
Roots slowly poisoning
Through strategic seeds planted inside. We're much safer self-preserved.
Let the Dead Sea rise.
No, the watch dogs aren't robots.
They can't defend against their lures.
Doors that weld shut behind you and books that fly like birds.
Crushed by backpacks filled with ammo, luggage carts distracted the defense.
And the troops sneak in undetected, charades begin, start the pretense.
Obsessive thought in royal chambers invites Trojan warriors in.
Little exceptions seem so harmless, little victories, little wins.
And now why has the plan failed? We sit here aimless once again.
With all units deployed fully, how is it we let him in?
All the corporals agreed: zero-tolerance enforced.
But as cold as doorknobs were I somehow still opened the doors.
Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline.
We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind.
Each battle lost...
A dysfunctional team, we are, no one following the rules.
Yes I'll do my best to protect you but your disobedience intrudes.
Skeletons escape the flesh like ants through tightly clenched fists.
This time impeach the tyrant!
What a contradictory statement – suicidal self-preservationist.
Although logic understands, prison chambers still exist.
Chambers East and West conspiring, neighbors North and South unite.
With the four working against me I'm powerless and losing sight!
Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline.
We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind.
Each battle lost...
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
Immunity gets sick.
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
Taken down, brick by brick.
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
This is the last conflict.
Each battle lost...
The enemy ransacked what we had just rebuilt!
Now the garden lies in serene symmetry
And severe color theory.
Roots slowly poisoning
Through strategic seeds planted inside. We're much safer self-preserved.
Let the Dead Sea rise.
No, the watch dogs aren't robots.
They can't defend against their lures.
Doors that weld shut behind you and books that fly like birds.
Crushed by backpacks filled with ammo, luggage carts distracted the defense.
And the troops sneak in undetected, charades begin, start the pretense.
Obsessive thought in royal chambers invites Trojan warriors in.
Little exceptions seem so harmless, little victories, little wins.
And now why has the plan failed? We sit here aimless once again.
With all units deployed fully, how is it we let him in?
All the corporals agreed: zero-tolerance enforced.
But as cold as doorknobs were I somehow still opened the doors.
Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline.
We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind.
Each battle lost...
A dysfunctional team, we are, no one following the rules.
Yes I'll do my best to protect you but your disobedience intrudes.
Skeletons escape the flesh like ants through tightly clenched fists.
This time impeach the tyrant!
What a contradictory statement – suicidal self-preservationist.
Although logic understands, prison chambers still exist.
Chambers East and West conspiring, neighbors North and South unite.
With the four working against me I'm powerless and losing sight!
Each battle lost is a mile gained on the terminal timeline.
We all fear the last few inches but they're so far out, we're blind.
Each battle lost...
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
Immunity gets sick.
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
Taken down, brick by brick.
This is a forced entry. This is algometry.
This is panophobic.
This is the last conflict.
Each battle lost...
ota-Q: 
3/10
>Musik mit Bedeutung
>Postet Black Eyed Peas
Von Where is the Love zu My Humps und Don't Phunk with my Heart, naja Scheinheiligkeit ist wohl auch was wert.
Hier ist ein Lied mit Bedeutung.
3/10>Musik mit Bedeutung
>Postet Black Eyed Peas
Von Where is the Love zu My Humps und Don't Phunk with my Heart, naja Scheinheiligkeit ist wohl auch was wert.
Hier ist ein Lied mit Bedeutung.
On the turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining
In the turning away
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite in a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
Mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away
From the pale and downtrodden
And the words they say
Which we won't understand
Don't accept that what's happening
Is just a case of others' suffering
Or you'll find that you're joining
In the turning away
It's a sin that somehow
Light is changing to shadow
And casting its shroud
Over all we have known
Unaware how the ranks have grown
Driven on by a heart of stone
We could find that we're all alone
In the dream of the proud
On the wings of the night
As the daytime is stirring
Where the speechless unite in a silent accord
Using words you will find are strange
Mesmerised as they light the flame
Feel the new wind of change
On the wings of the night
No more turning away
From the weak and the weary
No more turning away
From the coldness inside
Just a world that we all must share
It's not enough just to stand and stare
Is it only a dream that there'll be
No more turning away
Naja nicht mein Fall 4
okay es ist zwar nicht mehr Weihnachten aber die Umsetzung ist faszinierend
okay es ist zwar nicht mehr Weihnachten aber die Umsetzung ist faszinierend
0/10
2/10
Nicht mein Geschmack.
Nicht mein Geschmack.
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