Slan Lyrics & Chords By Torture Garden

Oily hands wag a finger In a hypochrist tirade Greasy palms rubbed in delight As bombs light an Arabian night Diamonds are Fuhrer's best friend They sparkle in his earrings ...read more

These moments without sound or vision, these minimal moments. When shifting colours move through sensory sleep, we creep, awake and aware. A curse so easily cast through stature...read more

Dwell The sun is rising over me I roam long forgotten shores The pulse of ocean´s in my blood I sense the first of seven doors 'Dream, death, awakening Chant the hymns of...read more

I cant bow to you, dear lord if your hands are shaking Hold your knife steady and firm For you I will consume I have bled all your flowers and unmasked your vast perfection In...read more

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