Do you write your own lyrics
- Thread starter Raven Soul
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lord667
=UM=Heartburn
I might have posted these somewhere already, I've had them for quite a while.
XOLGURDURATH:
It’s such a drag to live in Hell,
The searing flesh makes such a smell,
And I’m so lonely, no-one to love,
No other demons, or those above…
All the other demons want to cause you pain,
They want to steal your soul or eat your mortal brain,
But just cos I’m the evil spawn of hell,
Doesn’t mean I don’t get on with people well.
PANDEMONIUM MALE VOICE CHOIR:
All he wants is just to be your friend,
Not perform evil torture on your rear end,
He doesn’t want to steal your blood or rot your semen,
Cos he’s Xolgurdurath the Lonely Cacodemon.
He won’t roast your innards slowly on a fire,
He won’t wrap your balls in high-voltage barbed wire,
He won’t even turn you into a weird flea-man,
Cos he’s Xolgurdurath the Lonely Cacodemon.
SATAN:
Xolgurdurath? Xolgurdurath? Ah yes, I know of him.
He’s the one who won’t make puppets out of mortal skin.
Belial always asks me why Xol fell with us that day,
When yet again his daily sinner quotas don’t get flayed.
XOLGURDURATH:
I just don’t see the pressing need to strip away their skin,
To turn them into walking wounds and rub the brimstone in.
LORD BELIAL:
I kind of see his point, but I’ve got regulations, right?
The Fiend and Demon Union complained again last night.
ZUUHURAX (FDU SHOP STEWARD):
My members –
The dismemberers,
The flayers and the slayers,
Are overworked because of him, you see.
We think he should go.
(Non-union fiend, you know!)
We’ll ballot for a strike if Lord Belial won’t agree.
LORD BELIAL:
I’ll have to talk to Satan yet again, I suppose.
The day my demons downed their tools’d be the day hell froze.
(Literally).
Something’s going to have to give, it’s more than my job’s worth,
To be the duty manager as dead men walk the Earth!
XOLGURDURATH:
So now you see,
It’s tough being me…
And now as well,
I’m getting sacked from Hell.
There’s no place,
In hell nor heaven too,
For a Lonely Cacodemon,
Who just wants to be friends with you…
PANDEMONIUM MALE VOICE CHOIR:
He wouldn’t grind those souls up into dust,
He wouldn’t turn your blood to solid rust,
He wouldn’t slice you up and pour sour cream on,
Cos he’s Xolgurdurath the Lonely Cacodemon.
And now they’re going to kick him out of Hades,
Cos the Union demons moan like little old ladies,
So spare a thought for the demon who wasn’t a team one,
Poor old Xolgurdurath the Lonely Cacodemon.
XOLGURDURATH:
Cos I’m Xolgurdurath,
The Lonely…
…Cacodemon…
XOLGURDURATH:
It’s such a drag to live in Hell,
The searing flesh makes such a smell,
And I’m so lonely, no-one to love,
No other demons, or those above…
All the other demons want to cause you pain,
They want to steal your soul or eat your mortal brain,
But just cos I’m the evil spawn of hell,
Doesn’t mean I don’t get on with people well.
PANDEMONIUM MALE VOICE CHOIR:
All he wants is just to be your friend,
Not perform evil torture on your rear end,
He doesn’t want to steal your blood or rot your semen,
Cos he’s Xolgurdurath the Lonely Cacodemon.
He won’t roast your innards slowly on a fire,
He won’t wrap your balls in high-voltage barbed wire,
He won’t even turn you into a weird flea-man,
Cos he’s Xolgurdurath the Lonely Cacodemon.
SATAN:
Xolgurdurath? Xolgurdurath? Ah yes, I know of him.
He’s the one who won’t make puppets out of mortal skin.
Belial always asks me why Xol fell with us that day,
When yet again his daily sinner quotas don’t get flayed.
XOLGURDURATH:
I just don’t see the pressing need to strip away their skin,
To turn them into walking wounds and rub the brimstone in.
LORD BELIAL:
I kind of see his point, but I’ve got regulations, right?
The Fiend and Demon Union complained again last night.
ZUUHURAX (FDU SHOP STEWARD):
My members –
The dismemberers,
The flayers and the slayers,
Are overworked because of him, you see.
We think he should go.
(Non-union fiend, you know!)
We’ll ballot for a strike if Lord Belial won’t agree.
LORD BELIAL:
I’ll have to talk to Satan yet again, I suppose.
The day my demons downed their tools’d be the day hell froze.
(Literally).
Something’s going to have to give, it’s more than my job’s worth,
To be the duty manager as dead men walk the Earth!
XOLGURDURATH:
So now you see,
It’s tough being me…
And now as well,
I’m getting sacked from Hell.
There’s no place,
In hell nor heaven too,
For a Lonely Cacodemon,
Who just wants to be friends with you…
PANDEMONIUM MALE VOICE CHOIR:
He wouldn’t grind those souls up into dust,
He wouldn’t turn your blood to solid rust,
He wouldn’t slice you up and pour sour cream on,
Cos he’s Xolgurdurath the Lonely Cacodemon.
And now they’re going to kick him out of Hades,
Cos the Union demons moan like little old ladies,
So spare a thought for the demon who wasn’t a team one,
Poor old Xolgurdurath the Lonely Cacodemon.
XOLGURDURATH:
Cos I’m Xolgurdurath,
The Lonely…
…Cacodemon…
Su Jacko
Member
that's a real epic, a roller-coaster of emotions to a climatic finish...
Just how long did it take you to write that Mick?
Just how long did it take you to write that Mick?
Bastet
ironing...
@mick
Susie
Member
He is my beans on toast
he is like bubble wrap
he is like reading brail
he looks like boiled shit
I woke up this morning
and looked to my right
lying next to me was
a bag of shite
he is like bubble wrap
he is like reading brail
he looks like boiled shit
I woke up this morning
and looked to my right
lying next to me was
a bag of shite
Susie
Member
Well at the moment i could prehaps swap him for a tin of baked beans and i couldnt tell the differencedeath_by_wire said:lol i am glad you love him that much
Susie
Member
erm heres one for nowdeath_by_wire said:I hope he will be well soon ... aah and shoot a photo of him for the next Coverartwork
Paragon16
New Metal Member
- Apr 7, 2004
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The hands of time so slowly turn
When life is harsh and real
In dreams the clock ticks stately on
To shorten lifes ordeals
When dreams shine through in daily cumber
As they so rarely do
We wish for them to linger longer
But time is never true
If hearts were clocks
This heart would stop
And spend its life with you
When life is harsh and real
In dreams the clock ticks stately on
To shorten lifes ordeals
When dreams shine through in daily cumber
As they so rarely do
We wish for them to linger longer
But time is never true
If hearts were clocks
This heart would stop
And spend its life with you
Bastet
ironing...
Susie
Member
Dont worry folks i have took plenty of pictures
i'll pic them up tomorrow and then i'll scan the beautys in
i'll pic them up tomorrow and then i'll scan the beautys in
I hope he's feeling better now. Maybe some liters of Wiskey will help.uke:
Wow but i hope they will not look that scary like the pics you've posted so far.:zombie:
uke:Wow but i hope they will not look that scary like the pics you've posted so far.:zombie:
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