

Under Our SpellI am wrath; fire, anger, hate Burning your life slowly away I make you hate everyone and let them pay Who has done you the tiniest bit of harmUnder Our Spell
I will make you destroy yourself Until there is none left to corrupt You will die miserable and alone And you have done that all by yourself
I am greed; wanton, taking all I will not allow you to live content I give you anything your heart desires Your own little greed will make you fall
Wanting more until there is nothing left That you have cast needing eyes upon You will slide down slowly but sure


Twisted Arabian NightsTwisted Arabian NightsTwisted Arabian Nights
The sultan, so handsome and sweet What is the secret he hides Is it perhaps the killing of his wife? Sacred murder to save himself To murder his Sheherazade Ever so brutal, how could he? Death was her destiny, he didn't love her, now did he?
As truth be told, the days there were warm Red was the fine sand, and ever so cold those nights After that last, cold treacherous night Blood seeped from her heart In her eyes still love yet disbelief And the sultan cried, how could he? Not ever had he thought, he'd kill his love
Ik weet dat je alweer heel veel heel mooi werk gemaakt hebt. Laat je dat hier nog zien? Je weet dat ik je grootste fan ben.
Kom jij wel aan rust toe meissie?
Dikke knuf van mij ^^
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Let no joyful voice be heard! Let no man look up at the sky with hope! And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake... the Kraken! - My husband's favourite line!
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Let no joyful voice be heard! Let no man look up at the sky with hope! And let this day be cursed by we who ready to wake... the Kraken! - My husband's favourite line!
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One foot in the sunshine.
See Sally Weber's work: [link]
And that movie soundtracks are a genre
*listening to movie soundtracks all the time*
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