Favorite bands :
After the Burial, At the Gates, Between the Buried and Me, The Black Dahlia Murder, Children of Bodom, Chimaira, Cryptopsy, Death, Deicide, Emperor, The Faceless, Gorgoroth, Immortal, Necrophagist, Opeth, Pink Floyd, Protest the Hero, Slayer, Thine Eyes Bleed, Wintersun
Favorite guitarists :
Alexi Laiho, Ihsahn, John Kempainen, Brian Eschbach, Rob Arnold, Infernus, Ralph Santolla, Kerry King, Jeff Hanneman, Michael Amott, Dave Suzuki
Favorite bassists :
Henkka Seppдlд, Dan Briggs, Arif Mirabdolbaghi, Alex Webster, Les Claypool, Tom Araya, Glen Benton,
Favorite books :
Lord of the Rings, Of Mice and Men, Animal Farm, 1984, Zombie Survival Guide, The God Delusion, God is Not Great: Why Religion Poisons Everything, Letter to a Christian Nation
Favorite tv :
The Office, Monk, Psych, Jeeves & Wooster, Metalocalypse, South Park, Mad TV, My Name is Earl
Favorite movies :
Lord of the Rings, SAW I-IV, The Matrix, Faces of Death, American Pie, Children of Men, Dawn of the Dead, Shawn of the Dead, Resident Evil, Hot Fuzz, Bill & Ted's Excellent Adventure, Wayne's World, It, Walk Hard
Livin' up your life, like a burnin' fuse.
Gotta find something, something to do.
If those who don't fight, fight for the enemy.
Then why not fight, to let it be seen?
For the fight's not there for only one to see.
But for the world to come, come and be free.
Yin and Yang was black and white, you know.
So make peace with your opposite, and stand before you sit.
Love + Love = LOVE TIMES TWO.
So let that which not affects you, be what it wants to.
Fight your fire, fight it for me.
Let it be free, something we must see.
Peace, make love with me.
I can't stand the pressure here.
I can't stand the hatred there.
Love, let it reign. So free.
No boundaries, can bleed from me.
Thought it must be the battle, it must be the fight.
It must be this flame that lets it light.
All we can do is just...
Let it go, let it be the cradle that rocks.
Let it not be death's glory that tells the story.
Let it be the life, let it be the storm.
Let it be the manifestation of their renovation.
The lessons they've learned, the spells they've cast.
That which burns, don't let it pass.
Fight your fire, fight it for me.
Let it be free, something we must see.
(x2)
'A year has passed, and I have grown cold'
Our brave hero Welden now sorrowfully moans.
For although he sees Church girl now every day,
He hasn't the nerve to just tell her and say;
His feelings for her are unrivaled; Nothing can ever come close,
To that warm fuzzy feeling inside him, he gets when he looks at her nose.
Oh but what misfortunate hath been wrought upon this northern land?
Fate hath intervened against this poor young noble Mormon lad.
For it seems as though our Welden may well never take his chance.
To talk to her and approach Church Girl while he's in Bible class.
Alas we now witness, the end of an age.
The autumn of Welden's final crusade.
For he has lost hope yet given his all.
Lost the last battle, and now he does fall.
Into the pit of darkness and death.
The thoughts of his Church Girl, all he had left.
Yet empty and alone, and brokenhearted he lies.
He's given up hope, his dreams slowly die...
[Break]
The tale of the Church Girl soon draws to a close,
Admitted his defeat, himself Welden loathes.
A fairy tale ending was just too much to ask.
He's learned it is better his emotions be masked.
Oh but what misfortunate hath been wrought upon this northern land?
Fate hath intervened against this poor young noble Mormon lad.
For it seems as though our Welden really never took his chance.
To talk to her and approach Church Girl while he was in Bible class.
And so to pay our last respects to this poor downtrodden soul,
Who though lives in body and mind, bears a thousand tortured woes.
Let free yourself of these shackles, let go of the hurtful past.
Be at peace without the Church Girl, take this requiem...
I am Welden, son of Aaron,
A proud Mormon of Pleasanton.
For years I have found peace in my life,
Playing Dungeons and Dragons.
But then my world became weird when,
I met the Slovenian Goat Yodeller.
She broke my heart like a pencil,
And left me mourning in lots of pain.
Yet out of the darkness came a light,
That shone out through the pain.
At the Sunday service at my church,
I found reason to live.
A girl of my own age I saw amidst,
The crowd of Mormon churchgoing folk.
Her hair was dark, and I don't know her name
But still I love her.
My friends at school won't leave me alone,
They make fun of me and stuff.
Keep telling me to talk to Church Girl.
I don't listen because I'm afraid of girls.
Oh what am I to do with my life,
Stay in my home safe and warm,
Or dare to find her, beloved Church Girl
And then ask her out?
I just don't know how to do it
Or if I even should at all
She might not like my uber afro
Or obsession with her nose.
But there is no other way
I must find Church Girl no
Matter what may lie ahead,
I will go talk to her!
But there is no other way
I must find Church Girl no
Matter what may lie ahead,
I will go talk to her!
But there is no other way
I must find Church Girl no
Matter what may lie ahead,
I will go talk to her!
But there is no other way
I must find Church Girl no
Matter what may lie ahead,
I will go talk to her!
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