@ALBUM: "Alice In Hell" - Annihilator 37:51 @SONG: "Crystal Ann" (Instrumetal) "Poetry without words, so delicately arousing, taking you away beyond mere notes to where Crystal Ann's ethereal beauty seems more like a presence than simple song." @SONG: "Alison Hell" "A young girl, terrified, there's something out there. But is it real? It must be, because it's watching her. Her pleas for comfort and reassurance are ignored, and soon, all she has left is her imagination... and that's the most terrifying thing of all." Alice isn't frightening Alice aren't you scared Alice isn't is wonderful Living life afraid Don't look around the corner I might be lurking there Under the bed at night You're up till dawn again Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren't you growing cold Alison hell, you are looking blue Alice in hell, what else can you do Alice I begin my rule, life hideous in your mind Crying out, you've lost your doll It isn't worth a dime Alison hell, your mind begins to fold Alison hell, aren't you growing cold Alison hell, what are you looking for Alice in hell, soon I close the door Sitting in the corner, you are naked and alone No one listened to your fears, you've created me Alice isn't frightening Alice aren't you scared I was killed at birth I shoot this final scene You're in the basement You're trapped insanity Alison hell, what were you looking for Alison hell, as I close the door Alison hell, here you shall dwell Alison hell, Alice dwells in hell Alice Alice Alison Alice In Hell Goodbye @SONG: "W.T.Y.D." "Death seen through the eyes of the dying and a summons from the great beyond to join the masses of lapsed lives. Mystery and, sometimes, fantasy. Theory and legend. The plight of dying or the fight to freedom? A supernatural transition to a world that is known only in dreams and in death. Welcome..." Catch a shooting star, burn it to a crisp Born into death, will you take the risk See buckets and buckets, yeah buckets of sin You'll never end and can never begin Welcome to your death Welcome to your death Welcome to your death No forest of pleasure or fields of pain High-rise at night see the pavement of stain A beckoning hand from those who were slain Now you can sleep again Welcome to your death Welcome to your death Welcome to your death I take the night and I stretch it wide And I see all, you hide, I died So slip right in, sip the wine The caution flashes but the water's fine Welcome to your death Welcome to your death Welcome to your death @SONG: "Wicked Mystic" "Hatred in its personified form surely is the devil itself. Those who are weak are easily controlled by this emotion so destructive and overpowering. The capacity to hate lies dormant in each one of us and when in full force, it changes who we are, as if by possession." All throughout the centuries, existing year to year Lives on this powerful entity to thrive on pain and fear A derelict of heavenly gods, a feeling from within Weakened minds are perfect prey, corrosion will begin Some won't fight, the battle is forsaken Show no might, the dark side has awakened Even in the holiest the curious can be found Their wonderment is dangerous as virtue is but bound Moral codes, broken What's the sin that lurks within, the burning emotion of hatred Some won't fight, the battle is forsaken Show no might, the dark side has awakened Wicked mystic Hatred lurks in all of us, no one is exempt It's proof of evil in our souls, is this the tempter's intent A derelict of heavenly gods, a feeling from within Weak minds are perfect prey for corrosion to begin Some won't fight, the battle is forsaken Show no might, the dark side has awakened Wicked mystic Wicked mystic, mystic @SONG: "Burns Like A Buzzsaw Blade" "The realisation of fantasy beyond what is pleasurable. Seizure of both mind and soul as lust and passion overcome their bodies in rhythmic waves of sexual delight. Gushing energies generate intense erotic sensations, fulfilling every imaginable yearning. The ultimate gratification of physical love." Excess perversion, and we'll never let it end You and I are making a private legend We've got the hunger, got the thirst You want it slow, our bodies glow, nails rake my back Tongue licks sweet parade Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade Gratification, do you want some more On the bed, entangled on the floor Feel my eyes burn, we writhe until the dawn Tease and please, humility is gone Tongue licks sweet parade Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade Come on What are you waiting for... Excess perversion, and we'll never let it end You and I are making a private legend Feel my eyes burn, feel everything On my knees, but I reign as your king Tongue licks sweet parade Animal lust and it burns like a buzzsaw blade Dripping wet, we laugh at this charade Screams of love in the air tonight and it burns like a buzzsaw blade @SONG: "Word Salad" "White coats swarm about the patient. They've come to see inside his head. White coats say he's incoherent and tell him that he's sick. Straps and restraints don't hold back the horrible visions, and the syrup in the syringe only causes them to melt into a vile blob. They don't understand his monosyllabic utterances, yet the patient babbles on in his foreign tongue... lobotomy." Closets of my mind destroyed, as I enter outward from a void Corpses white have strapped me down, I rise above then fall Tactual hallucination, cockroaches infest the wall Psychic pain on ice, I hurt Devoid strength my life, inert Anger fills they're shocked me back White corpses turn to black I run on psychic gasoline, my fuel shall burn you all Word salad, no ballad Word salad, no ballad Diabolic plot, a toy, my brain the corpses to destroy Prick my arm, injection fed, it's poison, I'm no fool Tetanus shot, be sure it's not, I wish I were at school Closets of my mind destroyed, but I enter inward, black void Hatred turned to apathy, led down this black abyss Good night, farewell you pig from hell, this world I shall not miss Word salad, no ballad Word salad Woken up from death, nausea Catatonic stupor, anoxia Remaining still I hold onto a sense of permanence Negativistic fear of pain, algophobic life sentence Moral, physical decay, hatred withered away Scourge of god he makes me pay, I shall not live or die Vegetative judgement passed, my only thought to cry @SONG: "Schizos (Are Never Alone)" "There are so many people in my mind, all trying to speak at once. How can it be so quiet on the outside when there is such a confused noise in my head? My brain is racing, pounding. I want to be free and happy, but the voices are so angry, they contradict my wish to be content. Voices. Voices. Will I never be alone?" 7.1 "Schizos (Are Never Alone) Part I" Schizos are never alone Schizos are never alone 7.2 "Schizos (Are Never Alone) Part II" Schizos are never alone Schizos are never alone @SONG: "Ligeia" "Edgar Allen Poe's strange tale of a gentleman whose true love succumbs to a fatal illness, is retold in the true fashion of the bizarre. A dreamy, drug induced state is no escape from the pain felt after losing his beautiful Ligeia. In time, he remarries. Soon after, however, wife number two falls ill and becomes comatosed. Life now drained from her body, an odd cry is heard from her death bed. The eyes stare back... Ligeia is reborn." I do not remember, where we did meet Lengthened years have built my mind, memories undeo Yet with instability one thing stands too clear Lady perfection, mystery, of whom I shed a tear Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory Cured of her malady, could this be my lost; Ligeia Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory Cured of her malady, could this be my lost; Ligeia Sickness fell upon Ligeia, all knew she would die Midnight came to lay her rest, farewell Opium dreams, grief-stricken years, I took another bride Replacing that which I did have, Ligeia why Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory Cured of her malady, could this be my lost; Ligeia Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory Cured of her malady, could this be my lost; Ligeia Chronic disease, my luck cursed My new wife has died Coming from her bed of death, I thought I heard her cry Could a corpse cold, stiff, sedate, sob in the bed it lie Approaching her, I chilled to stone, for it did swiftly rise I can never be mistaken, there were, they were Ligeia's eyes Airwoven divinity, mind, soul in victory Cured of her malady, could this be my lost; Ligeia Air woven divinity, tears shed, vitality Cured of her malady, yet this is my lost; @SONG: "Human Insecticide" "Incarcerated in an age old asylum , his cell runs rampant with menacing little creatures who flaunt their freedom by roaming so freely. Powerless to the cruelty and extreme disconcern of his human restraints, he finds timeless contentment by playing officer, judge and executioner over his 'cell mates'. The final sentence is always obliteration." Psychotic tendencies have put me here for life Dreams of smashing little things before they ruin my life Find means capable of smothering a flea Extermination is their end, escaping not from me Retaliate Decapitate - I love to see them bleed Annihilate I am human insecticide Creepy black mass, I see one down below Prepare to strike, act quickly now, strike the fatal blow Extinguishing the menace, they will know my name Destroying these, the lives of waste, delivered now to pain Retaliate Decapitate - I love to see them bleed Annihilate I am human insecticide Asphyxiate the flame of life From hatred they will die Power kept in my control Their souls are caged with mine Expelled from life, they cannot hide, I will find them out Their game's lost, I hunt them down, their end without a doubt Psychotic tendencies, my dreams are coming true My plans are set without repent, I'm tightening the screw Retaliate Decapitate - I love to see them bleed Annihilate I am human insecticide