NAKO...DJETINJASTO....

Scourged through searing Incandescence Melt together Fire torture brings me intense pain Pre-destined to incinerate The flesh is dripping from my face My limbs and torso mold as one as my blood is boiling Blowtorch slaughter Bodily capitiluation Blowtorch slaughter Blowtorch slaughter Merciless disintegration Pre-destined to incinerate The flesh is dripping from my face My limbs and torso mold as one as my blood is boiling Conflagration through my veins Desensitized, charring skin, burnt within, branded soul, torrid cruelity Dwidle away, glowing heat to mutilate Head set ablaze, consumed in flames I burn to the ground Blowtorch slaughter [Solo - Owen, O'Brien] Pre-destined to incinerate The flesh is dripping from my face My limbs and torso mold as one as my blood is boiling Blowtorch slaughter Merciless disintegration Fire torture takes me to my end

Dobar je !!!

Goga ,ako tvoja masta vidi sebe u vicu,pozovi U2 da ti pomogne,a to vec nije masta vec realnost

Fingers missing from hands, ready to snap bones And necks, pierced together from dead tissue Body parts crudely sewn, face is smashed to pulp drooling from an empty socket Brain half Dead Hungry for flesh Many souls commanding my existence My body alive, I defy, the life I've been given I should have remained dead Experimenting on dead tissue, convulsing bodies on the table Reanimation of the dead, rusty scapals cutting skin Pieced together parts and parts Transplanting human life Rotten organs, restal pus Spitting up your galbladder Donation of bodily organs carved from broken bodies Eyes melting, skin exploding Every bloody bleeding Meat inter-changed from the mutalated stiffs Parts of the dead are never to rest Lymphatic nodes Implode, while the brain corrodes Bodies sold to science, profiting from the dead Creation of a being never known to man Heart pumping pus through the body, sliced in sections, the putrid infection Regaining life from beyond To rip the flesh from your bones Stripped of flesh, unsighty Torn in two, slicing through you Live organs needed to be reanimated Pathologist sawing the skull of the donor, now he lies Dead Awaiting a new brain Re-cycling the bodies, parts of the dead Exposing their insides, slitting their necks Finding a way Bringing life to the corpse, one dead on my table Soon to walk again Fingers missing from hands Ready to snap bones and necks Pieced together from Dead tissue Face is smashed to pulp, drooling from An empty socket Brain half-dead, hungry for flesh Many souls commanding my existence, my body alive, I derfy, the life I've been given I should have remain dead

G|upo......... Ja mostarke cemu se smije nisi ti curo normalna

Ljeshva ne bi da te poklapam !Mislim da bi ti trebale naocale ,sa malo vecom dioptrijom jer ja sam prokometirala sms kao dobar !Ne vidim smijeha nigdje!Znas razmisljam da napravim satiru o tebi!Mislim da bi isla ko halva !

Screams of terror across the sea Begging for mercy in their one final plea Soldiers prepare to fight to the death Fighting and killing to their very last breath Blitzkrieg tactics of the German command Born with the power of God in his hand He makes his move to conquer the land Turning all hopes of life to sand Machine gun fire, blood level higher Visions of torture and terror to all Ready for battle awaiting the final command Hiding in darkness from enemies unseen Awaiting our victory ending his dream Cursed are the souls who defy his will All of which are tortured and ruthlessly killed Blitzkrieg tactics of the German command Born with the power of God in his hand Shocking the world with his mass devastation He puts all his power in the trust of one nation At the crack of dawn they storm again Hunting, fighting and killing all men The end is near our time now short Our kingdoms have fallen as a result of his sport Blitzkrieg tactics of the German command Born with the power of God in his hand Withdrawn from fighting he now takes his leave Seeking out goals that can't be conceived

znas sta Mustafa, jebao tebi U2 sestru pa nek ti bude zet da ne mastas vise o njemu (U" izvini Titeti, sto te ja nasadih na makedonku)

Grand canyons of space and time universal My mind is subjected to all Stab! Bawl! Punch! Crawl! Hooks to my brain are well in Stab! Bawl! Punch! Crawl! I know what I am, I'm Berlin Through cracked, blackened memories of unit dispersal I face the impregnable wall Stab! Bawl! Punch! Crawl! Hooks to my brain are well in Stab! Bawl! Punch! Crawl! I know what I am, I'm Berlin Exploding, reloading, this quest never ending Until I give out my last breath I'm stabbing and bawling, I'm punching and crawling Hooks to my brain are well in I'm stabbing and bawling, I'm punching and crawling I know what I am, I'm Berlin

OVAJ MORBID ANGEL CETNIK JE UISTINU LUD!!!!

evo dejana stize moj tuki da tre izbavi, on ima ruznu facu!!!

Morbid četnik ti može pomoći on ima ružnu facu vrijednu zgražanja.Pa uzvračam: ARMY OF DARKNESS Death can spawn its army everywhere here or there bodyes of the deads dont stop to grove corpse here corpse there skeleton army and terror of flame burning body began to stand zombies arrise and flying beasts with its freezing soul and frozen heart with no mercy to anybody just KILL KILL by the power of the dead they arrise to the darkness of night and corpses of human beas mass of skeleton warriors with its big sword of darkness slathering the innocend people because they were guilty just to be there and death is near with its ARMY OF DARKNESS!!!

e Sasa na8ijem i tebe, pa sto ti pravis pisdarije ako ovaj mahniti morbit ih pravi, ti si bolan pametan, ne radi sta on radi, nego probaj njega navuci da on radi sto ti radis.kONTAS?oN JE SMAKO DAVNO, JADNICAK, POKOJ MU DUSI:

De bogati mostarko razguli ti i tvoje satire!!!! Da o tvom zivotu neko napise roman (cuj mene roman; PRIPOVIJETKU) samo bi clanovi tvoje obitelji kupili takvu nebulozu (znas ne bi da te poklapam...)

Mislim da Je Mostarka tebe prvu poklopila !Nema potrebe da uzvracas a i da ima srala bi puno

MORBID JE SAMO JEDAN, NEPONOVLJIVI. SASA, TI SI MOJA BLEDA KOPIJA. TI ZELIS DA STEKNES SLAVU, KAO STO SAM I JA URADIO... My soul My soul is black like a bird Lies, raven priceless Ahead to mediatic crosses Engulfed spirally's crown Engulfed lustfull desire Darkness Abyssic cliches None habits gather my churches I am not the trembler Become my serpent, slaved to blissful promises Just a point in this deep purple cover Absorbed blood on my back shows: Black at heart Bindweed at heart I'm black at heart Numb opacity Guises misled Forsake me, humanity ...Crushed by... wither away ...Torn apart Doors opened valley Falls into devoid glams Numb opacity Guises misled Of black I'm covered Silently I scream loveless Of black I'm covered Silently I scream loveless Plans passed as steamy vast pointless Just one second I wanna be I wanna be a moment-body Release me A moment-body I wanna be Release me Moment-body Where seven impaled widows shine under my semen

Seko niko tenista ne pita!!!! Ja sam vec negdje spomenula da nemam nista protiv mostarke a i da imam ti puno ser3s..... (kako sam ovo strucno napisala :D )

Na&ijem vas sve na ud kao lud!

E morbidni i jesi samo jedan, i ne ponovio se nikad vise, a taka konjusina i ne moze se ponoviti lahko.E nek ti je slava i pokoj dusi i lahka ti bila crna zemljica, hajd u zdravlje nase!