You feel horrible, roll into a ball You?re a full fool, feel like a flicker In a film borrowed by a viewer for an hour For a buck licking on a lollipop
In her eye... far away A tear broke free From the ice, from the frost of her long sleep Hear the thunder of the North Hear the ravens screaming her name
Sound asleep deep in the !maternal womb !Suconsciously dreaming aspects of his future reign The Antarct, Prince of the Pillorian Age He who will rule
Four ravens flew !inshores over the windy Nordland coast Gathered again after their journeys in solitude Underneath the thundering skies of the Gallow
In the coming of the shadowed night As the wind circles me in Licks me wet all throught my clothes The only one to witness my sin I, Fornicator I, the
Lost far so long, numbness gives in Incarnated in wood Young, cold, pure,, oh so perfect Still my own beloved Velvet
Embrace me, oh darkness With our !lithest veil Blind my eyes so that I see nothing yet all I see Fertilize my visions of the New Age Teach me the art
Oh Darkness, I will give the throne onto him Of Darkness, I am harvesting the growth of my first spring Of Darkness, Through me you gave him the life
Oh isn't it horrible? I can't look He fell on the ski-jump And he's not getting up The car he was driving Just blew a tire Oh isn't it horrible? He's
Nailing the dismembered member to the table, Hammer gleaming in my sweat soaked palm, First excruciating blow to the scrotum is struck, Hammering my genitals
I invoke him and he comes to me In my dreams dressed in black He speaks in a language only I can understand His hands are warm, his breath is hot He
Me at the bar (you're so cool) Hit the paper Get it right Don't infect it (you're so cool) You are here to spend your time And nothing more A way to
Here comes a sign in the form of a girl She's the finest, sweetest thing in the world ah Take you to Heaven tonight I feel the horses coming galloping
Swing low, sweet cherry Make it awful It's your life, it's your party It's so awful Let's start a fire, let's have a riot Yea, it's awful It was punk,
And I cry and no one can hear Inhale, the blinded eyes see Chaos, bring the pitiful to me Even though I'm wide awake, I will And blackest night, and
Slut-kiss girls won't you promise her smack Is she pretty on the inside Is she pretty from the back Slut-kiss girl won't you water her rack Is she pretty
(Andrew Lloyd Webber/ Jim Steinman) Producer for Meatloaf & Bonnie: Jim Steinman Recorded in 1998 as part of the 'Songs from Whistle Down The Wind' Project
This is the start of the second part of a song that you'll never hear. This is how it felt stealing pieces of hell to adorn the walls of your apartment