maise-gnuis agus troilichean eile

tum ti tum, seo barrachd dheth na chaidh a dhiultadh.

M'fhaireachdainnean air Schizophrenia

I am a contender, for arsehole of this world
I had the answer then, I held tightly on to truth
But now remembrance fails me, I'm grinding on a tooth
To put me back in time, when calamity unfurled

I held all armies at arms reach, heads of state possessed me
Their aims I couldn't guess at, I only guessed my love
But they found their doom in these hands of doves
I bless them, they depress me

For what they need they lack, a tool to fix desire
To unleash the power flows, to make them fuck up higher
They can't get me, I belong to another realm

Which belongs to me, as the creator
I write the names of the bettered
I drift without a helm

Agus an ath fhear

Mor-eaconomachd

Thsi coldness that you spread
Reminds me of the gift you gave
That should be party to the dead
I beg you not exhume the grave
But you continue viciously
Crushing skulls against car doors
Beating mothers killing whores
It's not pleasant but it's victory
I can't face up to it or you
Without losing all my hope in life
My passiveness is misconstrued
I've perished in unearthly strife
I've dwindled now as once a star
I blazed your blessings thoughtfully
I'm deranged and floating in the haar
Not closing not remotely
Betrayal is the crime you pushed
As my wage in heaven
I'm covered in the tar you brushed
Off on me for begging
And so it was I reached the end
My flailing arms entwined me
I'll reach your end tomorrow still
And put your curse behind me
I'll open wide and shout the words
I'll be gravely your gravedigger
And then unleash the passive hordes
Who watch the sky grow bigger

Bumface

I lie awake and think of Russia
As once they did in Novgorod
Where Satan's troops; the joyful idols
Stood and claimed the life of Gods
What peaceful vision they promoted
All heaven tied to Mother Earth
And the holiness of godless creatures
Ensured no famine, nor even dearth
Struck the plenty in the fields, the orchards
Still plentiful the mirth of man
Watched over by a thousand deities
Man's ancestors of unearthly span
Perun's thunderbolts of twisted terror
Smote the vicious where they lay
And ensured for all his Slavic herders
Plenitude and fertility
Small wonder that the modern cult
Of hope and providence for all
Found fertile ground in Satanic Rus'
So close to Mother Nature's call
What god is there for Socialism
What deity for freedom
The answer shall be found in myth
Against our christian kingdoms

Oh Satan, isn't it time you forgot

The pills that wander through my life
Return me to a pleasant state
Detached from all my previous
Emancipated joys and hates
I falter daily in my tasks
To resurrect the point of view
That love is hearty, whole and wholesome
And not as now, a curse from you
All unconcerned, all wasted flesh
I'm prompted forward into bliss
But now I can't forget my past
I've forgot the future and I've missed
The path that leads to righteousness
And other ways I should have travelled
Instead of lapsing into grief
And crushing my heart's muddy gravel

Bloody R's

The world was better before the Romans
Before the first fascists stalked the land
A tribal Europe of gentle nurture
Preceded them, walked hand in hand
With a well-meaning joy and love of nature
Protected in the sacred groves
We should Welshly mourn Vercingetorix
And how the future was bestowed
On bureaucrats of every nature
Their grey eyes condemning hope of freedom
No inquisition, no French, no English
No slaughter of the teeming millions
By a blitzkreig of marching centuries
The numbered brutes marked out for us
The future in our states, our churches
And dispensed with sanity, with choice
Always it seems that Celts shall fail
Where easily they should have won
We're lost in time of Englishness
And watch the slaughter being re-run

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