Category Archives: In Youra’s Land

Lonesome Factory

      Lonesome Factory

Début de structure à peu près environ

Trapanico

Featuring Slobodan

      Trapacon - In Youra's Land

Bloody Nemesis

      Bloody Nemesis - In Youra's Land

Pilgrim Age

      Pilgrim Age - In Youra's Land

Confidence and a Cry

Ananas encore du boulot sur celle-là…

      Confidence and a Cry - In Youra's Land

Insane

      Insane - In Youra's Land

Pilgrimage par Jean-Michel Apeuprè

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Bloody test

      bloody

Son of Darkness

      Son of Darkness

I am your eyes and I am your mind
By your fingers, I black your head
I don’t wanna kill your body
‘Cause I already killed your soul
Then you became my useful puppet
You are my son, I parasitized you
That’s right, you heard the bell
That fear, fuck you
Time is up for you
To receive the seal of undead

You’re Son of Darkness
You’re made of bloodless
I’m your spiritual firebug
I’m your fucking minded bug

And listen to me slut
You’re now a dark faithless
The shadow is your friend and I am your savior
My eyes close to you
Are now dying you see
Oh mother, suicide is a good way
You are just my host
That’s supposed I hate you
I come into your life and bring you suffering and death
Nonsense was your life
By incarnation of Darkness
You swallowed the blood of the unforgiving Master

Confidence and a Cry

      Confidence and a Cry

By the waltz of your bodies in love
You possessed this woman, maybe your dove
You gave me a present, I mean the life
That was like under my neck the knife.
I was the third, too much for you
I was a child besides, only for you
Don’t apologize, I don’t have memories
All this stupid drama happened in 80’s.

Take your responsibility, you’re dad now
Ask no questions and hear no lies
What a fuck ! my life is a lie
Forgive me, I don’t wanna know…
Anymore

You left us my dear, we lost you in fear
Don’t recognize darkness so near
I lived without your words and your shouts
I lived always lost in the clouds
No war, no love, no hate, disorder
Ignore myself ’cause we don’t know each other
I’d rather be the son of your presence
That’s too late now, I suffer your absence

Fucking bastard, you’re dead now
You’ll never answer my many questions
What the hell should I do now ?
I’m lost in the maze of my illusions…
Once again