Rabid Dog´s Deathwish Den

Dark Angel – Initials

ratache — Tue, 29 Mar 2011 12:47:28 +0000

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ratache — Mon, 28 Mar 2011 23:41:15 +0000

Caught in the machinery
nothing you could ever say to me
could ever drown this evil grin
drive your hands close to the holster
youll see

Caught in the wolftrap
cant get back
Caught in the wolftrap
its set to snap

Believing whatever you hear and whatever they say
putting you money astray
greeding man looking for you to brand
kill him and hide in nomansland
youll see

Caught in the wolftrap
cant get back
Caught in the wolftrap
its set to snap

Hellbent on a kill
the believer sets the trap
paying for demise of sacred souls
on this planet called misery

Caught in the wolftrap
cant get back
Caught in the wolftrap
its set to snap

Caught in the machinery
nothing you could ever say to me
could ever drown this evil grin
drive your hands close to the holster
youll see

Show no sign of weakness
no empathy because it will
get you caught in the wolftrap
where youll never get back

Caught in the wolftrap
cant get back
Caught in the wolftrap
its set to snap

Death tries to make the circle arise
but this light of doom never shows
any signs of suffering. Never admitting
the truth of existence. Gathering hate
pointed at you…

Werewolf on a leash

ratache — Mon, 28 Mar 2011 23:34:10 +0000

Ill hide you
in this cot of misery
Were the thorns are as nails
clawing for you fear

Darkness without no cure
soul only a pyre
coldening as the moon rise
and then howl is heard

Where will you be when
they put this wolf on a leash
Hearing you words echoing in
the forest

So Ill hide you in this cot
of misery, where the thorns
are as nails clawing for your fear

Look now at me, what has become
of me. Is this my dream or
Is it whats always been real.
Destruction without no cure,
put this werewolf on a leash.

6 feet below

ratache — Wed, 03 Nov 2010 09:12:54 +0000

I cant feel my legs
I cant reach my drink
I cant teach you a lesson
cause
Im 6 feet below

Take this desert bordello
and make it my home
cause I cant find my gun
cause my car let me down
and now Im 6 feet below

I cant feel my legs
I cant reach my drink
I cant teach you a lesson
cause
Im 6 feet below

Graveyard shovel hitting sand
dont let me out
cause Ill walk away now
grabbing your unconsious body by the hair
and forget how to reason
while ill get you to the devil
a bit farther below

I cant feel my legs
I cant reach my drink
I cant teach you a lesson
cause
Im 6 feet below

As said by your moral standard
dont let that shovel do what it does best
cause the undead of me will get you
and bring you back to hell

I cant feel my legs
I cant reach my drink
I cant teach you a lesson
cause
Im 6 feet below waiting for you

The Eye

ratache — Wed, 29 Sep 2010 21:04:56 +0000

Livin in a life of looming doom nearby
as cause of not using the lies for salvation
I ride my own destruction
washing ashore in hell
please take me back to the eye of the storm

Please take me back
to the calm of the eye
eye of the storm
dead in the night
Please take me back to the calm of the eye
dead but alive

Feeling krackens breath in my neck
as a hound released to punish me
I dont comply, no I deny your false prophets and traps
and hope that the storm never draws its last breath
screaming unto the end

Please take me back
to the calm of the eye
eye of the storm
dead in the night
Please take me back to the calm of the eye
dead but alive

I never feared the end cause
I´ve always been on the lam
dead in the night on my steel horse
I regret nothing

Nothing to loose

ratache — Wed, 14 Jul 2010 20:14:33 +0000

Alriight!!!
OWwwooWWwoooWWW
So you think you hade enough?
Got something to loose`?
No poor another drink.
You got nothing to loose except
a dry neck and veins with no booze
OwoowoooohwWWW

Do you feel confused!
Poor another drink and the clue of tha world gets clear.
Cause you see theres nothing too loose
If you are alright

So think youve had enough for tonight?

Got something to loose?
owwwooOWOWOWOWWW
No poor another drink with you.
You got nothing to loose except
a dry neck and veins with no booze
OwoowoooohwWWW

Alright!!!
So you think you have something to loose?
Love?
Money?
Friends?
No poor another drink. You got nothing too loose.
This is about tonight owwWowoWWW
you got nothing to looose.!

Do you feel confused!
Poor another drink and the clue of tha world gets clear.
Cause you see theres nothing too loose
If you are alright

So think youve had enough for tonight?

Bastards in the Night

ratache — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 10:31:56 +0000

Bolder than the bold, he was
Stronger than the elephant man
30ton truck he was running on fumes
but the wind moved his soul
this cold night

Howling like a wolf
but this is a tune from a rabid dog.
Tonight this is the tune for a crazy old bastard dog.

Churchbells clingin on people
nobody care
Beaver biting its way through a fence
while that pope takes his medicine
and moves into the caravan of haze
in the niight

Howling like a wolf
but this is a tune from a rabid dog.
Tonight this is the tune for a crazy old bastard dog.

Stuck in the mud with a halv dead muse
door slams shut
what the hell, eveninpapers in the oven
ammuniton for the sweet police woman
in the niight

Howling like a wolf
but this is a tune from a rabid dog.
Tonight this is the tune for a crazy old bastard dog.

Crazy Believer!

ratache — Mon, 08 Feb 2010 10:23:28 +0000

Crazy beliver!
Look its a sinner, get that jesus rhymer
Hit him with the words of treason reason ooh

Call me a sinner, I kill you and eat you as dinner
We are a vision, beliving in fission
faster than the speed of light
we run through your sky
kissing the lips of eternity

What weve been doin?
We are a innovation of vision
leaving the sister with her lover
Coming to save you but youre leaving
Goatherder on chromed wheels this is
going to be your buryingplace!

Hey tell me how its in hell.
How is it to look through the fire
seeing your babe sexing with those 72 virgins
promised you

What weve been doin?
We are a innovation of vision
leaving the sister with her lover
Coming to save you but youre leaving
Goatherder on chromed wheels this is
going to be your buryingplace!

Call me a sinner, I kill you and eat you as dinner
We are a vision, beliving in fission
faster than the speed of light
we run through your sky
kissing the lips of eternity

Hey tell me how its in hell.
How is it to look through the fire
seeing your babe sexing with those 72 virgins
promised you

Hangman

ratache — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 01:26:19 +0000

come and see
around this mud hole
on your knees to night
and tomorrow never return
hanging from a tree
better burn
hanging from a tree
better burn

cocaine, stolen cars and weaponry
illegal whores, false money and a triumph smile
hell it all lasted for a while
and now your babys crying

come and see around this mud hole
on your knees tonight
and tomorrow never return
hanging from a tree
better burn
hanging from a tree
better burn

cocaine, stolen cars and weaponry
illegal whores, false money and a triumph smile
hell it all lasted for a while
and now your babys crying

yes mam im the hanging man
yes man i can
yes mam im the hanging man
yea mam i can

come and see around this mud hole
on your knees tonight
and tomorrow never return
hanging from a tree
better burn
hanging from a tree
better burn

Abith

ratache — Fri, 25 Dec 2009 01:13:45 +0000

a way to abondon
a way to desert here
while the wealthy cash in on the pretty whores
the liers
tha scorn

Dont give me the light
i will desert you
lead to the slaughter
you will join the ghost of before
another believer
another blind
keep your head into the light and
your brain will burn down further

you die alone
cry for you soul
uo die alone
it messes with my troubles
so keep your shit to yourself
manage your leaking hull with plaster
i cant take this any further
you die alone

this is no hate song
this is a sing along hate anthem
dissapear the misery
pain is a thrill, compassion is´a cage
read this story on my skin
falling down in this dark hole again
this feeling is familiar

you die alone
cry for you soul
uo die alone
it messes with my troubles
so keep your shit to yourself
manage your leaking hull with plaster
i cant take this any further
you die alone”

tell me more about your troubles
faithful whore
tell me more about your shallow shit
its all about to end
you will join the ghost of before
you will put your head into your fuking false light
and embrace your imaginary friend – god mother fucking god
while your good heart cuts my rope
and i stay here in this hole