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Gjenferdenesmannen
Novembersmannen
Skyggene hvisker for meg
Kun for meg
Høsten kommer igjen...
I hjertet av Norge,
Hun faller igjen...
Vetter på dansegulvet
Vise for meg
I paint a portrait of the day,
Everyday
I hear heavy footsteps,
But no one is there
Darkness drives daylight right over the edge
The Winterland is howling again
(Blodtørstig for blodsutgytelse)
Everything is the same
But nothing is the same
In the doorway
When in Norway
She met me in the twilight under the bridge
A place where spirits stay
We danced on blades,
Full moons and graves
We danced the night away
Back home,
I draw the shades,
And pull my switchblade
We fucked on manes,
The floor, their graves
We went all the way
She sucked me dry under the stars...
She sells sex by the sea
She sells sex straight to me
November's whore at large
It always snows after the dirty deed
She screams for me to let Her leave,
As I clasp the skeleton key
I throw Her night through the doors,
Into wetter dreams...
A Nordic whore on the floor
A scarlet superstar
She begs to just let Her go,
But he wants vertigo
Tonight
A life in vain meets the grave,
Exit foreplay
Rainbow sex with a wraith
A sinking ship
A sorrow saved
I put Her stiff behind the walls
The motherland where my beauties sleep
I kept Her head under the stairs
I brought Her fingernails and hair
I put them down into the well,
Then wore Her lipstick to the ball
Silk stockings,
A gown of flesh
Murdercraft
Femme fatale
I came home to the dead
And came in the dead,
Went away in the head,
Then did it all again
A nice night
A little girl
Another empty scream from the cellar
A nice night
A fine fuck
Dirty secrets
I never ever tell

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