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#11 filmz-sanjo 20 år siden

han har sågar fået et hagekors officielt registreret hos myndighederne som brændemærke til sit kvæg.


lol da. Utroligt hvad man kan finde på derover.
"If there is no struggle, there is no progress"
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#12 filmz-gofferoffer 20 år siden

#10

Jeg tror, jeg springer over :-P Ved allerede på forhånd, at det ikke er musik, jeg vil høre.
Men at some time are masters of their fates: The fault, dear Brutus, is not in our stars, but in ourselves, that we are the underlings.
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#13 zombieman 20 år siden

der var et program med dem fra zulu for et stykke tid siden moren var simpelthen forrykt
Lick my plate you dog dick
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#14 Lowkey 20 år siden

De var også med i det Louis Theroux afsnit hvor han er ude og møde nazier og generelle white supremacists... de var ret creepy.
Daisy, Daisy...
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#15 zombieman 20 år siden

# nemlig det var det program
Lick my plate you dog dick
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#16 filmz-Bruce 20 år siden

Derudover lyder Panzerlied nu altså godt i "Panserslaget om Ardennerne" :)

Stakkels piger!
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#17 nakalay 20 år siden

Er jeg den eneste, der godt kunne tænke sig at se en film baseret på nedenstående stykke poesi med de to omtalte pigebørn i et par flotte biroller?

I was once a man before I transformed
into this molester, freshly deceased children
You have born, torn by my rape
The dead are not safe, the lifeless child corpse
I will violate

Pleasure from the dead, complete satisfaction
I open the coffin
Sick thoughts run through my head as I stare
At the dead, over and over, I can't escape
I begin the dead sex, licking her young, rotted orifice
I cum in her cold cunt, shivering with ecstasy
for nine days straight I do the same
She becomes by dead, decayed child sex slave
her neck I hack, cutting through the back
I use her mouth to eject

Here I cum, blood gushes from
bleeding black blood
her head disconnected
As I came, viciously I cut, through her jugular vein
She's already dead, I masturbate with her severed head
My lubrication, her decomposition
Spending my life molesting dead children

Intercourse with infants
Curing heads on top of spikes
boiling skulls
Skin sliding off of bones

Voices
The voices call
Voices
The voices are calling me
Buried dead I've spiritually infected
Call to me from beyond their graves

Bleed
I now bleed pus
I bleed, the blood of the dead
I bleed on her livid skin
Thrusting myself within
Beginning to chop through her hairless crotch
Beyond what we know as death
It haunts me everyday
I hear the voice of every child
That lies next to me decayed
A fresh corpse, to fill with my infection
Tortured before death, no orifice left unfilled

Violated after death
Virgin hole I infest
Anal pore spewing cess
The sacred juice I injest
Your dead child I defile
Necropedophile
We've got chicken tonight. Strangest damn things. They're man made.
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#18 filmz-Bruce 20 år siden

Synes mere forfatteren burde indespærres og nøglen kastes væk.
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#19 filmz-melian 20 år siden

aha... ahahaha...AHAHAHA.....hvor morbidt, man er sgu da nødt til at le for ikke at græde
If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it is : infinite.
....
But why is the rum gone?!
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#20 nakalay 20 år siden

#18 Cannibal Corpse står bag dette fine værk. Musikken er værre end teksterne IMO, men jeg synes også, at teksterne er ganske morsomme. :D
We've got chicken tonight. Strangest damn things. They're man made.

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