Ich weiß nicht wieso.
Aber irgendwie war ich heute abend in Dicherlaune.
Das waren so ein paar abgewandelte (zugegeben: Sie sind manchmal etwas derb geworden) Weihnachslieder
Hier mal ein paar Sachen, die mir so eingefallen sind.
Ich weiß auch nicht, wie es dazu kam. :lol:
Hab wohl zu viel für meine Hausaufgaben gemacht, sodass ich irre wurde
(EDIT)
Kleine Anmerkung:
Das ist just for fun, also es erhebt keinen Anspruch auf Perfektion
(EDIT 2)
Ein Feedback wäre auch cool.
Aber irgendwie war ich heute abend in Dicherlaune.
Jingle Bells, jingle Bells,
everything to hell.
Fire may burn the sky,
blood runs out of eyes.
Demons, nightmares,
everywhere, who dares
accepting the fight with 'em
and to be killed for tha end.
everything to hell.
Fire may burn the sky,
blood runs out of eyes.
Demons, nightmares,
everywhere, who dares
accepting the fight with 'em
and to be killed for tha end.
Rudolph, the red nose reindeer,
lightens the frosty night.
Carries Santa's mass of beer
and loves to be the might
that rules about the sky.
No one here, no one there,
who flies over him.
Everywhom and everywhere,
he's able to **** in.
lightens the frosty night.
Carries Santa's mass of beer
and loves to be the might
that rules about the sky.
No one here, no one there,
who flies over him.
Everywhom and everywhere,
he's able to **** in.
Das waren so ein paar abgewandelte (zugegeben: Sie sind manchmal etwas derb geworden) Weihnachslieder
Hier mal ein paar Sachen, die mir so eingefallen sind.
Nacht es ward über der Welt,
einer Wunde gleich es quellt
das Blut der Krieger übers Gestein,
während diese quieken wie ein Schwein.
Ihn dies weniglich berührt,
so er doch hindurchmarschiert.
Sein Speer durchstoß der Lebend' Brust
und beendet der Wunde Frust.
Gevatter Tod, auf immerdar.
Und seine unheil'ge Schar.
Reiten durch die Dunkelheit.
Jetzt bis in die Ewigkeit.
einer Wunde gleich es quellt
das Blut der Krieger übers Gestein,
während diese quieken wie ein Schwein.
Ihn dies weniglich berührt,
so er doch hindurchmarschiert.
Sein Speer durchstoß der Lebend' Brust
und beendet der Wunde Frust.
Gevatter Tod, auf immerdar.
Und seine unheil'ge Schar.
Reiten durch die Dunkelheit.
Jetzt bis in die Ewigkeit.
In dark eternity,
an nightmare lies.
In bright equality,
fairness dies.
Whose man is the world,
If we are here so bold?
'No one' is my answer.
The ruler may die of cancer.
We are the folk,
we are the power.
Everywhere on walk.
A lonely flower.
The bright dung on democracy,
rules the mass by unequality.
Poor flower is currupted by weed.
But there remains a hopeful seed.
an nightmare lies.
In bright equality,
fairness dies.
Whose man is the world,
If we are here so bold?
'No one' is my answer.
The ruler may die of cancer.
We are the folk,
we are the power.
Everywhere on walk.
A lonely flower.
The bright dung on democracy,
rules the mass by unequality.
Poor flower is currupted by weed.
But there remains a hopeful seed.
Long time ago in antiquity,
there was simple anarchy.
Warriors, farmers, generals
were dropped to funeral.
Living ones still fighting there,
monarchs claiming victory.
Many died in that sphere.
Fire burns refractory.
Those deads are death,
those living will be.
Everyone lies under the heath.
Each one finally becomes free.
there was simple anarchy.
Warriors, farmers, generals
were dropped to funeral.
Living ones still fighting there,
monarchs claiming victory.
Many died in that sphere.
Fire burns refractory.
Those deads are death,
those living will be.
Everyone lies under the heath.
Each one finally becomes free.
An unknown mankind,
rules the states.
But every mind,
is full of grace.
To fight for god,
to kill all evil,
I give my blood.
Follow my trail!
I took the item,
it touch the button.
Up to postmortem
red shall be the cotton
rules the states.
But every mind,
is full of grace.
To fight for god,
to kill all evil,
I give my blood.
Follow my trail!
I took the item,
it touch the button.
Up to postmortem
red shall be the cotton
In ancient caverns lies a force,
but no one likes to use that source.
It's full of darkness and evil,
everyone swifts into etereal.
The key lies in science of humans,
results of battle between clans.
One who firstly recovers the sin,
is able to cause the battle win.
But even if there's victory.
it must be an sadly story.
If victored and battled onto ground,
there even is a death-warrand hound.
Waiting for the final strike,
ending with the head on spike.
If science is used to kill the peoples,
it should be covered for these peoples.
but no one likes to use that source.
It's full of darkness and evil,
everyone swifts into etereal.
The key lies in science of humans,
results of battle between clans.
One who firstly recovers the sin,
is able to cause the battle win.
But even if there's victory.
it must be an sadly story.
If victored and battled onto ground,
there even is a death-warrand hound.
Waiting for the final strike,
ending with the head on spike.
If science is used to kill the peoples,
it should be covered for these peoples.
Ich weiß auch nicht, wie es dazu kam. :lol:
Hab wohl zu viel für meine Hausaufgaben gemacht, sodass ich irre wurde
(EDIT)
Kleine Anmerkung:
Das ist just for fun, also es erhebt keinen Anspruch auf Perfektion
(EDIT 2)
Ein Feedback wäre auch cool.
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