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Into Darkness
03:21
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We don't like the sunshine
We only move at night
We hide in the shadows
We keep out of sight
We are lightshy creatures
But you might catch a glimpse
Just when dawn is breaking
And day begins
ooh oh oh oh ooh oh oh oh
The only time
When we're alive
Is when we thrive
Covered and grimed
When the darkness arrive
When night time is falling
The city's streets are ours
We're dukes of the darkness
Lords of all louche bars
We're covered in leather
We like to dress in black
Cause we got into darkness
And we're not coming back
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2. |
Hellhound
03:14
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I've seen things you can't comprehend
It doesn't matter in the end
You would not understand
Do you now just how death smells?
Rottening and decaying cells
The taste from where death dwells
Little by little we cross this deserted land
Little by little trying to make a stand
Little by little we will come around
Little by little we walk this wasted ground
Have you heard the screams at night?
The voices that don't sound right
Somewhere just outside the light
I've seen things you can't comprehend
It doesn't matter in the end
You wouldn't understand
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3. |
Torture Chambers
03:40
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There are places in my mind no one knows about
Rooms with padded walls where I scream and shout
Instruments of torture I can't live without
Oh, Baby do you know what it's all about?
Places in my mind that light never finds
Empty corridors where reality winds
Pain and suffering of various kinds
Oh, Baby do you know any other sick minds?
Way under, way down inside
Way under, way down inside
Way under, way down inside
Way under, way down inside
Way down inside
Way down inside
Way down inside
Way down inside
There are places in my mind that no one's ever seen
All my stolen faces bleached with chlorine
An empty throne for my murder queen
My evil omniscient hell machine
There are places in my mind I don't want you to go
Places where my hatred starts to grow
Dungeons where I go when I get low
Baby, welcome to my freak show
Inside
Way down inside
Way down inside
Way down inside
Way down inside
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4. |
Kamikaze
03:35
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Faster than a bullet ride
Deadly like a suicide
Crueler than machine gun fight
Oh yeah, I'm gonna die tonight
Take her down with all you've got
Marked on the map, a big red dot
Oh yeah, I'll take you there
Oh yeah, My mind is clear
Oh yeah, A human flare
Oh yeah, Ain't got no fear
Poisonous like a cobra's bite
Lethal like a supernova's light
A lonely selfdestructive teen
A suicidal death machine
Lock on target on the ground
Disappear in flames, never to be found
Oh yeah, I'll take you there
Oh yeah, My mind is clear
Oh yeah, A human flare
Oh yeah, Ain't got no fear
I'll take you there
Oh yeah, My mind is clear
Oh yeah, A human flare
Oh yeah, Ain't got no fear
I'll take you there
Oh yeah, My mind is clear
Oh yeah, A human flare
Oh yeah, Ain't got no fear
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5. |
Braces in My Brain
03:15
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Kirk Grim Finland
“Kirk Grim is an atom of compressed rock energy, a precision missile of power.” – Janne Wass, ZXC Music -
zxcmusik.com (Helsinki, Finland)
Jonathan: Guitar, Vocals
Dimitris: Guitar, Back.Voc
Igor: Bass, Back.Voc
Simon: Drums, Back.Voc
Past members:
Toni: Bass, Back.Voc
... more
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